I was pretty young when I decided I wanted to become a “Mexican Food Restaurateur” ( proprietor of a restaurant). However, it certainly wasn’t my first dream.
When I was a very young kid, I want to fly a big silver airplane for American Airlines. Dad traveled often and Mom would pack us kids up in the wood-paneled station wagon and drive to the St. Louis Airport to pick him up.
Specifically, I loved the plane called the L-1011 made by Lockheed (pronounced L-10-11). It was used by American Airlines only and was a much larger plane than was being flown by other airlines.
It was a bullet and a bulldozer all at the same time. The gleaming chrome finish was adorned with a red, white and blue stripe. Man, I thought those big planes were the coolest ever! Actually, there where times I was more excited to see the giant chrome Lockheed L-1011 at the airport than I was my weary dad.
I was pretty insistent that I was going to be a pilot some day. Realizing I was headed for major disappointment, when I was about 7 years old, my parents sat me down and explained