"Damien is waiting up there or we could talk about it in more ... depth." With a quick grin, he slapped my butt. I scurried up the ladder with a laugh...and a thudding heartbeat. Thoughts of last night kept trying to take my mind to interesting places, but I forced myself to focus. There'd be time later to think those thoughts.Damien Manchester was standing on the deck at the top of the ladder. I think he must've overheard us because he was smiling deeply. "Welcome aboard the Aztec Warrior," he. At the moment itinvolved the eating habits of the great white. He often went down in acage or more often diving to observe a shark while feeding and thefoundation made extra income from the vivid film he shot. Hisappearances on those 'Wild Kingdom' type shows brought him a new legionof fans.Today, however, he was involved in one of the more unsavory parts of hisjob. A great white had been captured off the coast and he was here toinvestigate the stomach contents. Not one of his favorite parts. Classes had been completed and except for rehearsal, and picking up caps and gowns, I had successfully executed high school. I looked forward, with great anticipation, to what lay ahead of me, and the rest of my family. I had made few concrete plans for the long term, but for the immediate, I was sculpting a couple that included forming or finding a new band. And also, constructing a video sound stage in the cellar of the house. Today, I planned to talk with dad about finding someone to assist. They weren't fancy ... a glovebox door, a heater and an AM radio were the extent of luxury. But they were ALL sturdy and they went ANYWHERE.The Airforce bought Town Wagons and Four by Four pickups by the hundreds, so did the Navy.The Army was still into big trucks and little jeeps.In Armadillo, the Airforce had a huge junkyard with row upon row of wrecked or wornout Dodge Town Wagons and short box 4x4 dodge pickups. Sometimes the wreck was a cracked windshield and sometimes it was a rollover.