Lloyd Espenlaub:
CLASS OF 1963
Burroughs High SchoolClass of 1963
Ridgecrest, CA
University of Central Florida Class of 1972
Orlando, FL
Los Angeles Valley CollegeClass of 1965
Los angeles, CA
Lloyd's Story
Thanks for finding me and taking a look.
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Ships:USS Warrington, USS Berry and USS Storms, Gunnery Fire Control man [most civilians think we fought fires, rather than creating them in enemy bunkers.
If you are from one of my ships, please indicate at least which section in your story or QnA. there were 150 of us in 250 feet {or250 in 150 feet] of tin can about 40 feet wide. [even narrower when up 150 feet on a mast in 15 degree rolls. So it would help me to place you. With my high school I've got my year books. What do you mean you never bought one because you were never going to need it?!?!
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I wish I could know who you other classmates members are right now, but reality has interceded in the form of massive debt. 10 years of paying full freight for medications in the 1980's coupled with Enron fallout took Anne and I from 100K in the bank and a paid for house to 60K debt. Good by memberships in Museums, Zoos, and even classmates. We at least have it under control now. When we will find the surface then I will be able to pay the fees and see your names and faces again.
It's nice to know people at least remember the somewhat austic face blind Luigi the Movie Man. My thanks to everyone who loved that nickname. It was the best gift of my life. When I moved away like most of our class I almost left it back at China Lake. Thankfully I didn't. Soon kids I might of met and ones I hadn't were waving at me from cars while I was commuting in LA Valley via bicycle, drawing board in hand. A chorus of "Hi Luigi" demanded a return smile and wave. It really brought me out of my shell.
Survived three tin-cans in the USN, the Warrington, The Berry and the Storms, two concussions on the same day, and three disillusioned crews back from Vet Nam and eager to take out their frustration on anyone. Three shakedown cruses to Guantanamo Bay before anyone thought how great it would be to use it as a prison. Then there was the French Alps, Paris at new years [Fireworks over the Chante Lesse, seen from an 18th century balcony with the Canadian Ambassador to the EEC]. The Eve Club, Le Balcon Apa...Expand for more
che dancing, and of course the Ledio. Then there was real and I mean real Turkish belly dancing in Ismire [sp] Turkey. Those gals could survive the next three famines and had a lot to dance with. The weird things was the beetles, and American Jazz and Pops being played on Turkish instruments by accomplished musicians. Walking Ephesian marble streets and musing on just how close I was the Paul's footsteps. It all balanced out
I became a successful Methods Analyst and Technical Illustrator for Cincinnati Electronics, Cincinnati Malacron, & American Tool Works here in Cincinnati, OH, then, for Reynolds & Reynolds [we do NOT make aluminum cigarettes!] in Dayton HO, that's OH for the non dyslexic, another of my given talents. Then after a concussion and disability drove delivery for Market Day. Too slow, Too Disorganized, and a startle response through the roof did me in.
The writing I did now has a genre title "creative non-fiction" Since the programmers had six weeks to add change and multiply what was in the software, all we could publish was a description of vaporware.
My main task as I saw it was to help the user get the horses back into the barn that the programmers and the sales bucks had let out.
Now writing true fiction, of the historically hysterical sort [or vice-versa] and science fiction. Have over 100 fifty-page pads of outlines to third draft stuff, but terrified to let anyone see it. But that's another story, one that involved keeping Burroughs from becoming the first Columbine courtesy of my father, a man with a history of violence.
Special thanks to Duane Fojt who understood me better than me and gave me a place to get away. To the McClung family for not only a haven from my father, but for also giving me cause to question my own family's purgatory on earth as a way of existing. There's a history teacher [Thixton?] who knew all about Robbers Roost, Persona-non Grata and such. And Thanks to Mr. Rizer for inventing the word "Worng" As in "It's so wrong its Worng!" An Especial thanks to Dr. Sanson for those two days of "Mathamatica Fantastica" and "Mathematical Magpie" stories. I own Fantastica and am still searching for "Mathematical Magpie."
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