American Graffiti – ring a bell?  How about the chicken capitol of the world?  Wrist wrestling?  Wynona Ryder?  What do all the above have in common?  They are all associated with my hometown of Petaluma, California.  A small town 50 miles north of San Francisco in the beautiful rolling hills of Sonoma County.  You know, wine country.   I actually watched the filming of American Graffiti and took part in it.   I sat in the back of a friends 1956 Plymouth Savoy driving up and down the main drag (all night) while they filmed the movie.  Each participant was paid $20.00 and received breakfast in the morning.
What a deal.

Growing up I wanted to be president of the Unites States because my parents would always tell me, “you can be anything you want, even president of the Unites States.”.   As a senior in high school the presidency didn't seem very realistic so I decided to join the military.  My father spent many years in the Air Force so I figured what the heck.  I learned all about missiles and cool stuff like that.  I spent much of my time underground in a Titan II missile silo.

To this day I think back fondly of my parental promises of the presidency (say that 10 times) but I'm happy settling for a job at Codemasters USA working with computers.  I didn't become president but didn't poke anybody's eye out with that stick either.