John

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John

<p>Born and raised in northwestern New Mexico. Lived in Albuquerque and Las Cruces while chasing my college degree. Lived in Denver for over eleven years, chasing my career. I&nbsp;was SO&nbsp;glad to move&nbsp;back home&nbsp;in late 2000. It's been bliss ever since.<br /> <br /> Electrical engineer for the utility. I&nbsp;make a pretty good living. If you are NOT&nbsp;thinking about your electricity, then I&nbsp;know I&nbsp;am doing my job. UPDATE:&nbsp;I&nbsp;was promoted recently to Transmission Planning and Design Supervisor. Got a pleasant raise, a little more responsibility, and some new-found respect.<br /> <br /> Single - divorced,&nbsp;actually,&nbsp;more than ten years now - and loving it. Although the bed gets cold some nights, many a married man has told me &quot;You are smart&quot;&nbsp;for not getting married again. Am&nbsp;I living the life they want?&nbsp;I&nbsp;wonder. <br /> <br /> I&nbsp;play the bari sax for the community college jazz band. Oh, if only I&nbsp;could make money doing it! Update:&nbsp;I&nbsp;play the&nbsp;tenor sax now. Ummm&nbsp;- I&nbsp;like playing&nbsp;the bari better.<br /> &nbsp;<br /> Took some dance lessons late in the Spring semester. I&nbsp;really enjoyed it. I&nbsp;shall take more lessons this fall, but it will be jazz dancing. . .&nbsp; not sure what to expect. &quot;Cats&quot;&nbsp;comes to mind - God forbid. HAHA!! Update:&nbsp;Actually, I&nbsp;did NOT&nbsp;take dance lessons this Spring. Jazz band got in the way, which is just fine by me.<br /> <span><br /> </span>Have a nice house, truck, car, a few toys, and&nbsp;the means to take care of it all. And I&nbsp;take care of&nbsp;myself. I&nbsp;believe&nbsp;I&nbsp;have an athletic build, being that I&nbsp;am able to run seven miles in an hour, and bench press just a smidge over my own body weight 10 to 12 times in a set. My doctor says my stats are in top shape. Woohoo!<br /> <br /> One son. He's 24 years old and living on his own. I ma proud of him!<br /> <br /> I&nbsp;found Devine Caroline while surfing. I&nbsp;read a few articles and thought it was a cool site, so I&nbsp;joined.</p> <p>To everyone reading this,&nbsp;Hello! If you want to know more about what I&nbsp;think and the way I&nbsp;feel, then feel free to read, critique, and leave comments with my articles. I&nbsp;welcome them all.</p>

Stories by John

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Is that all for you then?” The cashier had a full head of long white hair, neatly combed back. Slender...
He graduated with his class from Bloomfield High School in 1982, one year ahead of me. I am pretty sure he was not an honor student.  I never...
Why is the sky blue? One of my earliest memories is of me asking my mother that question. Her response was fairly quick and bouncy as I recall:...
I am going to call her Jane. She started working in my unit on January 3, along with Sam, the other new hire. The third one declined the offer. Both...
The spring and summer of 1980 are particularly memorable to me. I was just fourteen years old, but had a brand new motorcycle my father had purchased...
Okay, let me set this up. I live in a small town in the northwest corner of New Mexico. If you understand how giving a noogie to a little brother is...
Perhaps the most sexually adventurous woman I had ever dated was “D.” We dated for several years. Her adventurous spirit kept me...
(Warning: This article has a sting to it.) I discovered something hideous last semester, Spring 2010. The Director of Bands, and Jazz Instructor, Dr...
When I finish a conversation with someone in person or on the phone, I usually end with “take care.” That may seem like polite small talk...
In early February 2006, I was compelled to get a physical. I credit a TV station with their bombardment ads “Check up or check out.” So I...
Just when you think you’ve learned it all, Fate throws you a big one. It was the summer of 2008, and I decided to join the college summer band...
“You can’t eat hair.” That’s one of my father’s morals. I told that to my wife once when she said she needed $65 for a...
My father taught me how to work. He taught me the value of it. Yes, I am talking about physical labor, and we did a lot of it. But through that work...
My father is a Spanish speaking bilingual, but he never taught me how to speak it. He intentionally omitted it in my rearing. Bilingual people,...
I have come to realize that I am in the extreme minority where my parents are concerned and am quite lucky as a result. They have both been married...

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