I'm not six yet. But, how about searching for a community center. They are several near me. Sometimes I actually think about visiting them myself. But, then I realize I prefer to be alone.
Indeed so, Finished. I was working as a volunteer "Meals On Wheels" delivery driver, but in the past year I became disenchanted with MOW, delivering to wealthy older people, not non-handicapped older folks who had loads of money, very nice homes and new vehicles. One had a completely restored 1966 Ford Mustang that looked like it was brand new. But he was a nice person, and I let all that slide by me.
The straw that broke the camel's back was having to deliver to an ex-Marine family, whose senior man, the Marine, had been a truck-driver who went by the Citizens Band (CB) handle of "Jawbreaker", when I was driving semi-trucks. He had a metal, likely very expensive sign on his lawn, next to his driveway that read "No Parking for Non-Marines". If "Jawbreaker" is so tough, he can do for himself, as I'll not support such as "man" as this one in any capacity whatsoever, no matter what. My Dad told me that most veterans that act as this man does, likely didn't see much real action, so he can stick that malarkey up his hind-end as far as I am concerned.
My father suffered from what is called PTSD now. He never wished to kill anyone, and he treated our many Japanese-American customers with compassion and went out of his way to see that they were first on the list, no matter how long it took to get them product fast, no matter what time, or day.
No combat veteran in my family, who had served our country during a war, bragged or even spoke of it, including my own father who was in ground battle during WW II, fighting Japanese soldiers.
I lost a fine uncle and aunt, who married my father's oldest sister, back in 2016, and he never spoke of his service to anyone, but he was on the deck of a US destroyer-class vessel docked at Pearl Harbor, when the Japanese invaded the Honolulu military target's on December 7th of 1941.
He took flack from Japanese Zero's while manning an anti-aircraft gun on deck. He ended up in the military hospital, where he met up with my father's sister, a naval nurse. They were married for 74 years until they both passed on within a month of each other. They were good people and will be remembered until the day I pass-on as well. They lost their oldest son in 2013 in a motorcycle accident, which was a tragedy, and I lost a good cousin, who was only 65 years of age, and bought a brand new Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
Had I trained him, this likely would not have occurred, since I was an expert street and dirt-bike motorcycle rider, but they did not live near me. At least I got to see and visit them one more time, when I went to my cousin's funeral service and reception, one last time. I take care of our family gravesite, since I am the closest living person of my families plot.
BTW my parent's told me of all this service my aunt and uncle did, not my aunt or uncle. We sent Christmas cards to each other for over eight years, even after both of my parent's had passed on. I miss them all very greatly and I always will.
