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Avatar: A pic of my son and I on one of the several white water rafting trips we have taken in the Colorado Rocky Mountains.
Name: I went through a nasty divorce 15 or so years ago. The divorce process lasted 2 years so to keep my sanity during that time, I purchased a used Suzuki Bandit 1200S and rode the wheels off of it and had a friend let me fly right seat with him in a CJ3 for a while. The divorce was not instigated by me so with false hopes I kept my wedding band. When two years past, the divorce was final and she was engaged to another guy, I faced reality and went to the pawn shop. As you can guess, a men's gold band is worth $20 so when the clerk told me that I told her politely that I'd go a different route. It had been raining a ton around that time and the river I passed over to go back home was nearly spilling over its' banks. Quickly I pulled over and in the light rain walked half way across the foot bridge over the roaring river. Faced the muddy river downstream, pulled off the wedding band, said to myself, "self, pull yer damn self up by your bootstraps and move forward", gave her a fling into the river and got my soggy ass back in the truck and went home. Lost too much capital in the divorce so my business went under but found a new path and found a peach of a girl 7 years ago to walk it with me. I have a good relationship with my son and he is doing well. The ex is divorced for the second time and I just chuckle. Life is good.
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