From Worry to Wonder
By Howie Flomberg
As most of the members of the Windsor Gardens Writers Group
know – in retirement I choose to write. I do it not for the money, but for the
opportunity to express myself. If I did it for the money – I would make a lot
more behind the counter at a 7-11. I’ve written a few textbooks, but the first
thing I’ve written, purely for the fun of it, is Stumbling Through the Sixties. I’ve noticed a copy or two passing
from hand to hand. When I see that happening I smile. People are reading and
enjoying my words. That’s why I write. But on to the topic, most of you know how I
got involved in computers. The story bears retelling, as it seems to deal with
this week’s topic.
When I flunked out of college I was worried. I was prime
draft bait and the Army, Navy and Marines were all drafting. This was 1965 and
the Vietnam War was heating up. I knew where the soldiers and marines were
headed and I had no desire to dress up like the wrapper of a crackerjack box.
Air Force seemed the optimal solution. After passing the pre-induction
physical, the first test I’d passed in about a year, I enlisted in the Air
Force.
I took a series of aptitude tests and did well on them all. Worry
– what career field should I choose? My recruiter advised Electronics. “With
your scores you should get anything you want.”
I followed his advice. While we were in Basic Training we went for Career Advisement. I sat down with an Airman second-class, worry. He had been in the Air Force about a year more than me. My first choice was easy – Autopilot repair – I could work for the airlines when I got out. Second choice was also easy – Radio Repair – again, airlines. Both fields involved a few months outside of Chicago – not a bad option. Third choice, I had no idea - Worry. The counselor recommended “computers” as my third choice. This was 1966. “Don’t worry, with your scores you’ll get one of your first two choices.
I followed his advice. While we were in Basic Training we went for Career Advisement. I sat down with an Airman second-class, worry. He had been in the Air Force about a year more than me. My first choice was easy – Autopilot repair – I could work for the airlines when I got out. Second choice was also easy – Radio Repair – again, airlines. Both fields involved a few months outside of Chicago – not a bad option. Third choice, I had no idea - Worry. The counselor recommended “computers” as my third choice. This was 1966. “Don’t worry, with your scores you’ll get one of your first two choices.
About two weeks later while we were involved in an activity
called KP. Our sergeant called us out. “Ladies – I have your orders” we
gathered around him as he read them. “Flomberg, 30533, computer technician, 47
weeks in Keesler AFB.
What the hell is a computer? What do I do for a job when I
get out? What do they use them for? WORRY. Forty-seven weeks plus some
leave time was a year in Biloxi Mississippi. How do I survive that? Worry.
Wonder – Keesler
wasn’t that bad. The school was tough and challenging. I actually enjoyed it. I was trained on early
computers and had no trouble finishing college, grad school and finding a job,
Morale of the story – Worry is a total waste of time. You can
always count on the needs of the Air Force.
Teach me to make a promise. Had net problems all night. :-( Nevertheless, well written and I can't agree with you more. Thought provoking, thanks
ReplyDeleteWell written, what a great compliment, thanks. Howie
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