Richard Mullens:
CLASS OF 1973
Westside High SchoolClass of 1973
Omaha, NE
Richard Bland CollegeClass of 1988
Petersburg, VA
Eastern Hancock High SchoolClass of 1970
Charlottesville, IN
Wilkinson High SchoolClass of 1961
Wilkinson, IN
Richard's Story
I was at Westside High in Omaha at a very turbulent and traumatic period in my life. I doubt that many people remember me, as I was a loner and kept to myself. I had a few friends who were close.
I graduated only because my loving and caring father helped me to get through it and earn my degree, despite myself. He was a great man, and I have missed him since he passed away on October 31, 1978.
I started college at UNO in the fall of 1974, and dropped out after only 3 days of classes and took off to hitch hike to my future. I hitched all the way to Florida where I got a job at a K. O. A. campground and resort, working as a construction laborer. I lived there in the Florida keys for 6 months until that job ended, then hitched north to Virginia and worked there for another 3 months ending up back in Omaha toward the middle of summer 1974.
I got various odd jobs, saw no future in any of them and ended up joining the Army in September 1974.
I was in the Army from 74 through 81 and then lived in Colorado until 1982. I then moved to Virginia and attended college at Richard Bland in Petersburg where I earned an associate of science degree. I have worked as a sales man and sales manager (my current position) for many years now.
March 4, 2010. It has been about two weeks since I joined Classmates web site and I would highly recommend it to anyone who wishes to establish connections with their past. I have had some interesting connections as a result of this membership, and it has jogged my memory of the by gone days. An old high school friend from Indiana stopped by my page, and we have exchanged some interesting emails, and I was able to chat with an old Army buddy and find out he is living in Florida now. I hope to establish further contacts with other people from the past.
Today, on my job, I am preparing to go to a Home Show at the Richmond International Raceway complex. I am responsible for lead generation for our sales force, and I hope that this will be a very successful show in...Expand for more
that sense. If you are reading this, and you remember me in some way from your past, please drop me a line. Even if you want to remind me what a jerk I have been at times in my past, I would love hearing from you!
I assume that most of the folks who read this are familiar with hammocks. I wanted to relate a couple of stories from my life concerning hammocks that are of some interest generally.
In the summer of 1982, I had just lost a job working at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I had also just been laid off from a temporary position I had with a street light repair crew working for the city, as a laborer. The supervisor of that group, a well intentioned and honorable man, told me to contact a person named Les Light in Portland Oregon who ran the west coast hiring for a power and light company (no kidding). To make a long story short, I travelled all the way to Portland in pursuit of a job, was told there were none, and decided to make my way back to CS. The day I was leaving Oregon, I got a late start, and decided to stay the night in a free campground on Mt. Hood. It was a primitive campground, meaning it had no facilities other than campsites with places for campfires, and a few picnic tables. I slept in a hammock I had acquired from a friend which was from the Vietnam War. It had a waterproof roof, and mosquito netting strung between that and the canvass material of the hammock. I strung it between two trees, laid my sleeping bag inside, also from the army, and slept until the next morning, when I hit the road again bound for Colorado. I got as far as Snowville in Utah, and ran out of money. I got a day job at the Davis Dairy Farm, and in the evening I strung a hammock between two trees and slept. I am and was very grateful to Mr. Davis for having helped me out. The hammock I used to sleep there and other places that summer has since disappeared from my inventory of things, but its memories are as strongly interwoven in my mind as the canvass material.
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