Facebook? Really? So, easy a Caveman could do it?

Somewhere here at home I have a collection of short stories detailing either my hunting prowess or my ability to baffle folks with my bullsh*t - I've yet to decide. Anyway, this collection resides in a 3-ring binder titled "Kill - Add Fire - Eat." It's that old Kirby family recipe that I lean upon to sum up my philosophical outlook on a lot of things. 

I tend to be a simple man. I learn things the hard way because I feel it's better that way - at least then I'll remember what it is that I was supposed to learn in the first place. If it's broke or doesn't fit - push harder - at least you'll feel better when it really breaks. 

I'm a Marine. A grunt nonetheless - I'm qualified to dig human sized holes, shoot stuff and eat really fast. This probably adds to my appreciation for and pleasure in manual labor. It is with manual labor that I feel most alive. 

People  knew me in college as the long haired, under-skilled hockey player that fought off drunks as the Customer Relations expert at the local club. Never one to shy away from fistacuffs - I was glad to befriend the right side of the law.

It is no more that I am a Caveman..... the wiley Mountain Man/gun totting Marine has gone SOFT.

I live dangerously close to the Twin Cities Metropolitan mess.

I am a teacher - I dress up and put on shows daily to entertain 12 year olds. 

I am also the manager of a Community Pool - on the back of my shirt it clearly states it -   'Manageurs' - French for Cabana Boy. 

My hands are not calloused anymore.

I blog.

And Lord help me..... I'm on Facebook.

Sorry Uncle Ted - the Spirit of the Wild has a different ring this night.

Sorry Uncle Sam - maybe something good will come out of this Internet thing someday.

I'll humbly turn in my Redneck Card first thing Monday morning.