William Flint:  

n at Ferndale, Bellingham, Sehome, Mt Baker, Nooksack, Lynden, and Blaine HS. I was also the lab instructor for a physics class at Western. In the spring of 1970, I read that Glenn Hall had resigned his Chemistry/Physics teaching position at Sedro-Woolley HS, so I started what was to be a protracted campaign to get that job. At the same time, I was trying to get into an institute for Physics teachers at Wisconsin State University in Superior. These two teaching institutes (Chemistry and Physics) were hugely helpful to me in making up for my negligent undergraduate years. I used the things those institutes taught me almost every day of my 20 year teaching career at Sedro-Woolley. By the late 80s, I felt like I knew enough about teaching physics, to write a book about it. I had already written a computer self-help guide (The MacIdiot Book, Kern publishing, 1987), so I took a year off to write a Physics textbook. My son T had just graduated as a Chemistry teacher from the University of Washington, so he took my place at Sedro-Woolley HS, “combat testing” each chapter in the book, as I wrote it. (He teaches Chemistry at Squalicum HS in Bellingham now.) I also wrote a lab manual and teacher’s guide to go with it; but in spite of the fact that they were great books (probably the best HS Physics book every written); in spite of the fact that I received favorable reviews from other physics teachers, the publishers, and their reviewers; in spite of the fact that over a period of a year, I sent the book off to 18 different text book publishers, I got nowhere, and the book was never published. My book espoused the Big Bang theory of creation, which runs counter to the fundamentalist Christian view of Creation. The publishers already had more than they could handle, fighting the evolution wars over their Biology books, and I believe that they just didn’t want to have another war on their hands. (Part of one of the reasons I will hate that part of fundamentalist Christian theology until the day I die – and maybe even longer than that if those idiots are right about the existence of an after life!).... Please do NOT continue to read this idiotically fragmented version of my life in this manner. Instead, please click the "View Pages" button, located under the "William's Pages" heading. This way you will be able to read about my life as a complete, integrated whole instead of reading about one silly little compartmented piece at a time - limited to 800 words. Military After graduating from Western in Jun of 1963, TV and I headed off to Texas for Air Force OTS in San Antonio, followed by Navigator training in Waco Texas, where our first son, W was born. In fall of 1964 we were sent to Mather Air Force Base in Sacramento for Electronic Warfare School. Then we spent the summer of 1965 at Castle Air Force Base for B-52 Combat Crew Training, and our son, T was born. That fall we were sent to my first (and only) permanent duty station, Fairchild Air Force Base in Spokane, where we adopted our daughter, L. My 26th birthday was two hours long lasting from just after midnight on March 12th until we crossed the international date-line two hours later (where it was already Mar 13th) on the way to Guam. We flew many B-52 combat missions out of Guam to Vietnam, but after several months of that, USAF started rotating the B-52s and their crews to Utapao AFB in Thailand, and Kadena AFB in Okinawa where we continued to fly many many more combat missions to Vietnam. We had a few uncomfortable moments when we chased by a Cambodian (seriously) MIG-15; and a few other uncomfortable moments flying missions inside the lethal radius of a few known SA-3 missle sites in North Vietnam; and we had an absolutely terrifying few moments when we (erroneously) believed our sleeping quarters had been invaded by Viet Minh terrorists, and we were all going to be shot. But truthfully, we were never in any serious danger at any time.... Please do NOT continue to read this idiotically fragmented version of my life in this manner. Instead, please click the "View Pages" button, located under the "William's Pages" heading. This way you will be able to read about my life as a complete, integrated whole instead of reading about one silly little compartmented piece at a time - limited to 800 words.