I was accepted to every school I wanted to go to after high school. Almost went, but I decided I didn’t want that kind of debt chasing me for years. A college degree still meant something back in ’79, but it wasn’t a guarantee.
I don’t regret that decision. But I ended up quitting two good jobs because of it; supervisors left and were replaced with college grads rather than bumping me up. I believed I’d MORE than earned the promotion, and both companies agreed with me. But the position required a degree. So it didn’t matter that I was better at the job than either college boy would EVER be (both companies agreed with that, too). That bummed me out, of course, but I couldn’t get mad about it. Those guys took the risk I didn’t. They accepted the debt I wouldn’t.
I know of at least three friends who went through the same wringer. And now people like us get to help subsidize the education that gave college graduates such a major advantage over us. I don’t care if my share works out to 48 cents. I don’t care if my share works out to pure symbolism. It’s not right.
Bama has been a rodeo cowboy, a professional stuntman, and, for 39 years and counting, a bouncer at various biker bars and redneck rat cage juke joints through the Deep South. He makes cool stuff as Crimson Tied Paragear, using knots his Army Ranger Scoutmaster taught him at Boy Scout summer camp deep in the Okinawan boonies back in 1972.
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