former union organizer,sierra club member.interested in employee ownership,astronomy,and European union history and politics just returned from one year of active duty, spent 30 days leave in Europe went to rota Spain, Frankfort Germany, Paris France, and all over the UK.have pics of Jim Morri still dead in Paris:). have just returned from a ship off Sicily,Malta and Greece Aug 2004. Well the above information is outdated so..................2006 2007 learned how to dive in reunion island(France) in the Indian ocean also visited the Comoros islands , Mauritius islands, Madagascar, Seychelles islands and went to a national park in Tanzania.And of course lots of Dubai and Iraq as well but am home for now. I wrote this for an English class............ A first journey through the clouds, a formative memory One of my earliest memories is that of my very first trip in an aircraft. I was about 5 years of age or so, and the scene from the planes window is a vivid one. The plane took off from my home town of San Diego and the plane must have taken off to the west into the wind because I remember seeing to the north the homes and the shoreline of the Ocean and Pacific beach communities, and just a bit north of that, my home in La Jolla. Below and to the north, surf and breakers did there battle of the ages with the shoreline. Out in front was the vast blue of the pacific and just then the plane went through the cloud deck that often lingers just off the beach in Southern California. What a shock! The aircraft was in a fog that whipped past the planes wings and the window and just as suddenly I could see the first cloud tops as my plane broke through the top of the clouds. The billowy white cloud tops where entrancing as it reached towards the blue above. The aircraft was in a valley of clouds as it flew through the sky and then again suddenly through fog and out into the blue again. After a time the aircraft was above the valleys and mountains of clouds and I could see in between the billows of cloud tops below to the ocean beneath. I do not recollect much else of this trip, I am told we landed in Rome Italy several oceans later and I do remember old buildings and a farm with a colony of bees. In fact the memory still persists of “old town” in San Diego, it is here in old town that the old Spanish colonial buildings house museums. Old buildings together with sea and cliffs I think contribute to who I am, someone who visualizes the trip through both time and space that all things make. I know now that my parents at the time of my first trip worked at a soon to be opened University of California at San Diego in 1964. The University of California at San Diego can be seen just before entering the fog above the sea as aircraft take off just south of La Jolla. I remember this trip often and recently I have come to believe that this memory has had a great influence on my interests and my journey through life and time. Just after high school I joined the Air force reserve and worked on aircraft engines just to learn how they work and to satisfy that love of all things aviation and spaceflight. I have over the decades devoured every text or PBS program on the great cycles of hydrology and geochemistry that tells the history of our planet. This life cycle of our planet can be best seen where the sea meets the cliffs of La Jolla. I am sure my fascination with the history of life comes from my first moments in the clouds since clouds feed all life. In the last decade I have from time to time worked on national oceanic and atmospheric administration(NOAA) fishery research ships out at sea. Steven

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Steven