At 20, living the dream, patrolling sunny South Dallas from 4-midnight.

Soooo... a tranny. Though I'm not clear if it was boy-to-girl or the other way. Oh well, doesn't matter, you had fun.

Also, the singular possessive is boss’s.

How did you read that wrong? That is funny

I didn't read it wrong. Just saw an opportunity to <stir>. Have to be careful how words are written and said in these crazy times.

O, he has a football field of that measured no doubt

At 20yrs. old, I was married and a Corporal in the USMC. We will be celebrating our 50th Anniversary in a couple of weeks.

My 20th year....got married, bought my first house and worked 65+ hours a week making Bell helicopter parts.

I was a Sgt. Huey Mechanic and crew chief at Ft. Lewis, WA. 54 Med Detachment.

Driving a skidder in the logging woods engaged to the love of my life

I got hired at the Prickly Pear. The rest is history . . . .

At 20 I was in college keeping an old Dodge running. By that time I had had 5-6 years experience under the hood along side dad. In the summers between semesters I was working construction as an electricians helper.

At 20...crimping blasting caps and priming C4. Fire in the hole!

At 20 I was sitting in the Red Sea during the 6 days war being buzzed by jets from both sides. As an FTG4 my job was to sight in on the incoming planes and be prepared to pull the trigger IF I saw "smoke" from them firing at us.

At 20, I was flunking classes at Arlington State College; now UTA. I was going nowhere. That was 1964. I decided to join the USAF. They put me in the new field called computers. I did 4 years and then got out and got a computer job. I did that about 25 years, became an executive and realized that I didn’t want to do it anymore. So, I opened a recruiting (head hunting) company.Did that for another 20 years and retired. Went back to college, night school, to complete what I had made a mess of when I was younger.

BTW, retirement is the poorest paying, most boring, job I’ve ever had. Enough money to do just about anything we want to do but can’t figure out what that is. Wife and I spend a lot of time driving around in rural areas and looking at nature.

Same thing your GS is doing. Attending Texas Tech while working full time at Texas Instruments. At that time I lived in the area known as the Tech Ghetto (corner of 9th and V). Lots of older houses were rented to Tech students back then.

This really did turn into an interesting thread after my gripe about the youngest GS. Looks like we were all busy at 20 years old. I don’t know for sure, but I’ll bet that today’s 20 year olds aren’t doing what we were doing.

Heck, my oldest GS, the lawyer, is 27 now. He’s the one we are all so proud of, and rightly so, but we (you guys and I) were much further into our lives at that point than he is. I was a refinery engineer at 27. Still in the Marine Reserve. Married, with 2 kids. Had just bought our first house. Had all sorts of payments - car, washing machine, and such as that. Had just bought a Browning BAR in 270 (now in use with a forum member). Bought the BAR on a layaway plan at a gunshop and paid with my paycheck from the Marines. I was up to my armpits in life as an adult. Poor as a church mouse, but happy with life. Never ever considered that I’d wind up being this old. Thank God I’m still healthy.

With directions!

Making bad decisions at a high rate of speed, but I could dang sure fix anything that would hold still.

At 20 Living 100% on my own (w/roommate) going to college and working.
At 21 started my own business (still in college AND still worked day-job).
by 25 bought my 1st house (on my own) - got married a year later and first kid following year.

30 years later, and all my kids (all daughters- all fit/beautiful) fix ALL their own stuff (computers/cars/household) ! A boy like that doesn't stand a chance with any'of'em!

603, There are a lot of people out there who do not have the basic life skills of changing a tire, unclogging a toilet, etc. It's pretty sad really. I am making sure to teach my son not only those type of basic life skills, but delving as deep as possible into the the DYI aspect. As for where I was at 20, I became an electrician's apprentice, and within 3 months decided that I did not want to pursue that field. I then took a job as a CiCi's Pizza Manager. I was a bit of a late bloomer in the career arena, and did not land in my lifelong career until I was 27. At 20 years old, however, I was self sufficient and fixing all of my own stuff.

I was in the Army repairing generators at Ft Hood.

I would use it more if I could pry it out of this kid's hands!

At 20, I had graduated from college and started law school. My dad was sick growing up and, although he could do anything it seemed, I was not able to learn a ton from him on practical things, but growing up in a small town, you kind of learn by absorption.

Unclebubba, that picture makes me very happy. As I mentioned in this thread, I bought the rifle on layaway at a gunshop in New Orleans on St Bernard Highway. Date was around 1972 or 73, I think. i used it on some nice bucks in NE Louisiana and then we moved to Texas, where I used it into the early 1980’s. Sold it to my youngest brother about then and he took it to Ferriday, Louisiana. It sat in a closet for at least 25 years, then he gave it back to me. And then it went to you.

Longest shot on a coyote with the rifle was 365 yards. Longest shot on a doe was over 700 yards. My spotter said “shoot higher” several times and eventually I killed the deer.

So, who went and fixed the toilet?