Now, I'm not one to push my religious beliefs on anyone, I'll leave that task for my father's oldest brother. Myself and the rest of my siblings were raised to devote Evangelical Lutherans as I'm quite positive my father's family was as well. Mom, on the other hand, was raised catholic she even went to Catholic school, when she told her parents she was marrying a Lutheran and that she was converting they said they would not be present at the wedding. Now I don't recall seeing any pictures of my grandparents Stueber at the church per se but I did see pictures of them at the reception which was held at their farm. Mom would never admit when I was growing up that she came from a higher middle class than my father's family, but, I am fairly certain she was. When my family left California and relocated back to Wisconsin we stayed with mom's parents for a short period of time. Within the first few days of my father and myself arriving, Grandpa had to show dad his latest and greatest new prized possession, his new toy a brand new John Deere combine, my ears were really good back then, I may not have been able to quite grasp what $100,000.00 in terms of money costs really was, but I knew it was a lot of money in 1970. Nowadays that cost would be closer to $600,000.00. Yikes! So, yes, they had money, my uncles used to say Grandpa, the "old man' to them probably had a shitload of money buried in the back yard behind the house.
I notice before going for my 6 week checkup that the angina sensation hits me every day when I'm at the end of my walk, I mention it to my cardiologist nurse practitioner who gives me a script for nitro and tells me if I find myself not getting any relief after 5 minutes and I've taken 3 nitro s call 911. What kind of recourse is that? Let's just put a band-aid on this problem. I did not like that resolution at all. Oh well, right? They are supposed to know what they are talking about? They are the Doctor after-all and we're just the guinea pigs.
I miss my flight to leave back to Arizona. My first time ever to miss a flight. So now my entire day will be lagging, I call the Q.C. Manager, she says I'll see you when you get here. Everyone is happy I'm back to work, I'm the head of Quality Control Managers' right-hand man/woman in this case; as well as being the Document Control Specialist, just some big title that's all that is. I do not like being "on-call" after I leave work to go home. I've hired on with Moll Medical, div. of Moll Industries Inc. they've since closed the doors in Tucson and possibly even in Texas, but I was lucky enough to be hired on to move the Costa Mesa location that was manufacturing devices for 22 years to the Tucson location, the only team players were the Plant Manager that actually made the move with the company. Nobody else from California moved with it, so, all the new hires that were sent to Costa Mesa were housed at an extended stay for 6 months, it was a nice little vaca away from Tucson. The Little Vietnamese woman that trained me didn't want me to leave Carol, she even offered me her home to stay with her & her husband if I wanted to, she was such a sweetheart. She was adopted to a Christian family as a refugee and raised in Seattle, WA. She said at the first meeting to me, I reminded her of her stepsister. That sounded so weird. But, look at all the celebrities adopting kids from other countries. It's not that weird really.
It's the end of June 2006, I find myself flying into Chicago, Ill. In route to a very small town in Wisconsin 3 hours north to Princeton, Wisconsin to be exact. There's a celebration and if I know my older sister, it's going to be huge~ it always is. And this means her baby will be off on her own, college life, my Goddaughter & niece MJ~ "Magpie" has graduated High School and this will come as some surprise as I love surprising people, it does make life much more interesting.