On Monday I called my high school classmate Marty Anderson. We reconnected at the reunion after 40 years. Marty works for Boeing in their Chinook helicopter assembly plant in Ridley Park (Philadelphia) PA. Marty served for 30 years, much of that as a Chinook pilot and rose to the rank of Colonel. There were not a lot of veterans in my Boston-area, Viet Nam-era high school class, but one made Navy Captain and one made Colonel, so that's pretty good for 12 kids out of 370.
Anyway, Marty offered to help me stay in part age 60 if there was anything he could do to help. But it is beginning to look like I won't be staying into my geriatric years. Next Tuesday, September 6, I am taking a day off from work with my wife to meet the social work of the next boy we may be adopting. Actually, we are at the beginning stages of adopting two more 12-year-old boys.
On Tuesday we will meet the social worker for Emarion who currently lives with a foster family in the Erie area. The other boy is named Wenky Pierre. He lives in Haiti. So I will have a small army of my own. But I will definitely stay through May of 2013 when my current enlistment is up.