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  • Like the pine trees lining the winding road
    I've got a name - I've got a name
    Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
    I've got a name -I've got a name
    And I carry it with me like my daddy did
    But I'm living the dream that he kept hid


    Moving me down the highway
    Rolling me down the highway
    Moving ahead so life won't pass me by


    Like the North wind whistling down the sky
    I've got a song - I've got a song
    Like the whip-poor-will and the babies crying
    I've got a song - I've got a song
    And I carry it with me and I sing it proud
    If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud


    Moving me down the highway
    Rolling me down the highway
    Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
    And I'm gonna go there free


    Like the fool I am and I'll always be
    I've got a dream - I've got a dream
    They can change their minds but they can't change me
    I've got a dream - I've got a dream
    I know I could share it if you want me to
    If your going my way I'll go with you


    Moving me down the highway, Rolling me down the highway
    Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
    Moving me down the highway, Rolling me down the highway
    Moving ahead so life won't pass me by





    When I was in Boot Camp, someone said I reminded them of Hawkeye Pierce from the movie “Mash”, the character played by Donald Sutherland. The moniker stuck, and that was my nickname all through my Naval career. I’ve had a few other nicknames through the years (Dad called me “Petie Dink” – not my favorite, probably because of the source – I took most of what he said to me in those days as condescending or derogatory; “The Pope” – never got that one; “Bargeman” – from when my feet grew before the rest of me did). Hawkeye’s the only one I didn’t mind.

    With that in mind, I’ve decided to start using a “pen-name” for my stories in Cowbird. Why? Well, since about the second week I was on here, and Kathy saw the personal nature of some of the stories I was putting up, she expressed concern about the public nature of what we post here. Sure enough, when I tried googling myself, a bunch of my Cowbird postings popped up. For 3 months, my stance has been, “What the hell, I have nothing to hide. My life’s an open book, and I’m here to say this is me, take it or leave it.” And, I still feel that way. I still plan to tell my stories with nothing held back.

    However, one or two of my stories, taken out of context, could very easily be shocking to someone who’s checking out my background, and create more problems than I care to deal with. I have freely discussed my drug and alcohol abuse here (even though the last time I did either, Jimmy Carter was President and American hostages were in Iran!), suicidal depressions I’ve suffered through, and crazy escapades that could cause someone pause when they’re considering me for a high level post. I’d hate to see that be the reason that I didn’t get a position I was up for, if that is where I am meant to be, or a security clearance needed for a project I might be on. They dig deep on those things.

    So, I’m exercising just a little bit of prudence, and going with a nickname. At least it’s one I chose, and one I like. This is completely my decision, and one I am quite comfortable with. It is what it is. But I did want to let you all know why I did. Thanks, as always, for listening to my rambles. Time to ramble on. The Diamond Flames have a championship match to nail down tonight, and we’re missing a few big guns, and a few of us are hobbling. As I said last week – Gut Check Time. Here goes nothin’!

    (Photo of me in my Las Vegas in my cheap ol’ Elvis mask – “Thank you…thank you
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