Thanks for the kind words, Lee.
I grew up in poverty in the 1960s. My family was on welfare, back when it was really looked down upon. My parents loved to gamble on horse racing. So that's what we did... A lot. My parents mostly lost. Many weeks there was little food to eat in the house. In 3rd grade, I became friends with a classmate. He used to stop by my house on his walk home. Well... One night his mother came to my house with my friend in tow. Yelled at my mom, "You keep your white trash away from my boy!" I was confused and asked my mom later: "Isn't trash what we put out at the curb once a week?" Mother explained, "Since we were poor, I was not good enough to be around her child." That's when I became aware of social "class."
Left home at 17. Drove my old car to Huntington Beach. Lived in the car for 8 months. I bought a membership to a gym for $5 a month. Parked around the corner. Went there every morning to use their bathroom, shower, and pay phone. Worked various jobs and saved as much money as I could. At age 26, bought my first house. My mom died at age 50. After my father died, I got a call from Washington DC. A package was being sent to me. Inside was my father's Korean War record and replacement medals for those he was awarded. Turns out he was a war hero. Awarded Silver Star with Oak clusters, Purple Heart. He was a medic. One day his platoon was pinned down by enemy machine gun fire on some forgotten hill in Korea. He ran out and pulled 7 men to safety. Was shot 4 times. Spent a year in the hospital. Then was returned home suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. That's why he didn't work. Was uncomfortable around people, couldn't handle any stress. He was buried with full military honors, 21-gun salute and all. Too bad I only found out after he died.
I've been all over Asia, South America, Europe, Amazon River, Galapagos Islands, Canadian Arctic, Alaska, Greek Islands, China, Russia, Canada, Hawaii, Tahitian islands, Faroe Islands, Denmark, Sweden, Belgium, Germany, Falkland Islands, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Mexico, Argentina, Uruguay, Brazil, Iceland, Spain, Italy, Thailand, Singapore, Kiribati Island, Indonesia, Costa Rica, Chile, Budapest, Panama Canal, Amsterdam, Bermuda, New Zealand, Australia, Tasmania, Norway, Greece, Malaysia, Bali, France, Turkey, Nice, Cannes, Croatia, Monte Carlo, Aruba, Bonaire, all the Caribbean islands. Been on 36 cruises. And all over the USA. I worked hard and lived it up. Was not sure when my last good day would arrive. With an uncertain future, I didn't have children.
Three months post-op earlier this year, I went on an 80's music theme cruise to the Mexican Riviera. Security was no problem. I took precut wafers, adhesive remover wipes, bags, Cetaphil soap. I did have a hard time getting around the ship. It was great fun.
I'm planning a trip back to Europe next year. Then another to the Greek Islands.
You would enjoy England. London, Salisbury, Bath, Cliffs of Dover... Fish & chips. Stonehenge. Highclere Castle. Lots of great experiences.
Hope I wasn't too long-winded in this reply.
To me: Every day is a holiday. Another day in paradise.