Leonard Shaefer:
CLASS OF 1977
Ygnacio Valley High SchoolClass of 1977
Concord, CA
Heald Institute of TechnologyClass of 1993
Martinez, CA
Leonard's Story
Life has brought me many good things. I've have seen, I have learned, I have done.
Not long after high school I moved to Chico, and then to nearby Paradise. I followed a gal (who turned out to be the wicked witch of the west) to Washington state. For the duration of the Gulf War Part One we; lived by the naval base of Bremerton, in a little town called Silverdale. It wasn't soon enough that I got back to the warmer climate of good old CA.
I've been a medical equipment repair tech, a private investigator, photographer and a courier. But, my career turned out to be in Security (Life Safety & burglary). When I got my electronics degree I left the medical field and switched to Life Safety. Eight years later I moved to the adjacent field of electronic security and surveillance. I've owned my own security business, but the stress of ownership got to me. Now I work for one of the top companies in this field and fight their stress instead. Actually I like it; I'm in an environment where I can help salespeople, call-center folks, end users and technicians - and sometimes I get to play boss again.
And my high school teachers thought this nerdy freak would turn out to be an ax murderer.
My wife and I love looking for adventure. If there's a dirt roa...Expand for more
d heading into the mountains, desert or along the coast we'll take it just to see where it goes. We strap on the guns, load the rifles, and pull out the cameras. Cause if it's safe it's not worth doing.
I have to end this with a little story.
We were driving along a high desert road (path) when we came upon a guy on a horse. He looked just like one of those Marlboro commercial cowboys. He was just sitting in the saddle lighting up a cigarette and watching over a small herd of cattle.
Not wanting to be impolite I asked if it would be OK to continue along the road. The last thing I wanted to do was spook the cattle and have Marlboro Man chase me down in the desert. He peered from under the brim of his hat and gave me the go-ahead.
We proceeded along the road, which soon had a rather steep cliff to the right, and a sheer wall of rock on the left.
As it turned out the bulk of his cattle were on this portion of the road (in front of us.) We ended up driving the Marlboro Mans cattle at a whopping speed of 2 miles an hour down the canyon to a meadow on the bottom.
It only took an hour and a half of looking at cow butts to complete the last part of our desert adventure. Although, now I can officially say, "I once participated in a cattle drive."
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