Owners. Me? Lol.

Being raised in a strict, Catholic home, I had chores to do, school work to do, and churches to attend.

I emptied the trash when I couldn't get out of it. I flunked out of more classes in elementary school than anyone else on Earth. In seventh grade, I failed math, history, and grammar during the school year, failed all three again in summer school, and failed the 7th grade math and grammar while I was in 8th grade. (The third 7 grade history class had a female teacher that I fell in love/lust with. I got straight A's in her class. My parents wondered why I could do that but not in the other two classes.) No, I wasn't too stupid to learn. I just didn't want to do things their way. So, I skipped lots of classes, either by not being there or by mental escape (day dreaming). How many churches do you know of that actually rejected people. Me, in particular. I'm a-religious to this day. I'm probably atheistic, as well. (Don't tell me to pray or else go to hell.)

My military career was rather short because I could not play well with others. Especially upper levels of the idiocy that ruled naval aviation at the time. My exit was rather spectacular.

After the military's idea of flying sailors fizzled, I began a beggars life, selling women's shoes, digging ditches, driving Euclids (rock quarry giant dump trucks), drilling dynamite holes and eventually actual blasting, selling encyclopedias door to door, and finally college to get my computer technology career off the ground. That fizzled until I got noticed as an AI programmer. I ended up teaching several colleges and universities only to get canned from them for poor interpersonal relationship abilities. One fellow confronted me during one of my class lectures and I... sort of inadvertently... knocked him to the floor. God, even today, I feel so embarrassed about it. But, I was right. I just shouldn't have been physical about it. :-[

Prison tried to own me. Boy, did they get the surprise of their lives when I showed them just how screwed over I had gotten them. And they had tried so hard to own me, too.

Back into aviation, and my skills wowed many of the operators here in the Toronto area. Until my poor interpersonal relationships got me grounded. So, I flew.... anyway.

Then I retired.

The banks think they own me, too. Lol. They just don't know me very well.