Below is my resume, but that is the boring stuff.

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When I was a kid, I did stupid things just like everyone else.

My youthful choice of stupidity included, jumping off corn quonsets into hay stacks (painful), jumping over our house with a 125 Kawasaki motorcycle (successful), going water skiing when there was still ice on the water (bad idea), and ripping flesh from my shin bone trying to show off how high I could jump, and then sewing it back up. (that stings, and you need pliers as well as a needle and thread).

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I have cleaned pigsties and toilets, loaded iron and stacked concrete, detasseled in the cornfields and stacked hay, been a driver, a store clerk, a waiter, a newspaper boy, and a worker on an assembly line.  I have worn most hats.

In the military I have walked through machine gun nests (allies, nearly got tagged by friendly fire during joint military exercises),  been blown down runways (some pilot thinking it was fun to fire up his engine at the wrong time), and have huddled half frozen on the Korean plains during operation Team Spirit.   

I am just an average Nebraskan, originally from Broken Bow.  My family has been in Nebraska for 7 generations.  I know what Nebraska was, and what we have lost.  I want it back.