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Author: Bob Steele

Proud husband, dad, and granddad; retired systemss engineering geek (NASA/NOAA/DOD) turned writer; cancer survivor and passionate cancer advocate; community volunteer; folk/rock guitarist and song writer; HAM radio operator.
June 26, 2022 Bob Steele

Load 16 tons and what do you get. Another day older and deeper in debt.

Odd Jobs and Then Some! You Load 16 Tons, What Do You Get? Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt 3 June 2022 Robert C. Steele, Sr. The title is from the lyrics of a song by Merle Travis that became a hit in 1955 by country music singer Tennessee Ernie Ford. It seemed an … Continue reading Load 16 tons and what do you get. Another day older and deeper in debt.

June 9, 2022 Bob Steele

Odd Jobs and Then Some!

Plastic Blow Mold Operator The topic du jour is about my pre-professional career. I held a slew of odd jobs in my teens and early twenties. For a short while, I was a grunt construction laborer, shoveling out foundations, loading bricks into a wheelbarrow and delivering them to mason, and site/trash cleanup. I got fired … Continue reading Odd Jobs and Then Some!

June 10, 2020 Bob Steele

Space Trucking for NASA

https://bobsteelewrites.files.wordpress.com/2020/06/space-trucking-for-nasa-061918.pdf

May 25, 2020 Bob Steele

A Not So Brief Moment in Time – Retrospective Humor

Sharing details about bowel problems is generally considered to be crude or at the least, TMI. However, I want to share it as it is funny in retrospect.   I was having indigestion troubles back in my thirties and was sent for X-rays of my upper and lower Gastrointestinal (GI) tracts. I had them done … Continue reading A Not So Brief Moment in Time – Retrospective Humor

August 31, 2018September 1, 2018 Bob Steele

Sleepless Toil

Written: 7/30/2012 I awake suddenly, startlingly, with an all too familiar sense of dread and the lingering fragments of a bad dream.  It’s 2:38 AM.  As best I can figure, I have slept for 12 minutes – at tops. My mind racing, my emotions swirling, I labor exhaustingly, trying to force unconsciousness back to the … Continue reading Sleepless Toil

August 16, 2018August 31, 2018 Bob Steele

Battling Sociopathic Genocide

NOTE: This piece was written in free-flow, stream of consciousness mode while thinking about social alienation. It should be viewed as prose. On reflection, I'm not sure there's any meat with the potatoes. Isolation and hopelessness are the seeds of social discontent and desperation. Left unattended, they transform into anger and resentment. When fertilized by … Continue reading Battling Sociopathic Genocide

June 3, 2018 Bob Steele

A Special Christmas Greeting

Our youngest child, Rachel (now a mom of two), was a very active and curious five-year-old. At the time, we were living in Fairfax, Virginia, a suburb of Washington, DC. In the weeks before Christmas, our neighborhood boasted many beautifully decorated homes. Although we were Jewish and did not put up any lighting or decorations, … Continue reading A Special Christmas Greeting

May 9, 2018 Bob Steele

A Youthful Matter of Life or Death

Growing up with a cocktail mix of neurological disorders (in my case ADHD, major depression, auditory learning disability, latent frontal lobe development, and general anxiety) is a catalyst for academic failure, low self-esteem, and an elevated suicide rate. Doing so undiagnosed in the 50's and 60's with no educational accommodations was brutal. By the 6th … Continue reading A Youthful Matter of Life or Death

May 9, 2018May 9, 2018 Bob Steele

A Bugle Call to Write

The desire/need to write rises from a myriad of personal reasons. It isn’t ubiquitous, some never hear the siren’s call. For me, it was quite literally a bugle call in the Fall of 1969. The Call to Quarters had sounded and scant time was left before the forlorn sounding of Taps, the call for lights … Continue reading A Bugle Call to Write

April 16, 2018 Bob Steele

The “Borrowed” Mercedes

It started out as a typical early September Saturday in Durham, NC back in ’66, bright and sunny, still more like summer than fall. By all rights, it should have been an uneventful day, not worth remembering at all. But as luck and a non-medicated, prototypical ADHD 15-year-old mind would have it, it became one … Continue reading The “Borrowed” Mercedes

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