In the summer of 1969, after my freshman year in college, I needed a good job to save money for school. The summer before, fresh out of high school, I worked on a survey crew in Michigan, surveying for a pipeline for my Uncle Sam’s company. That’s my uncle named after Sam Houston, not Uncle Sam the Army. So, I called him again for the second summer and was able to work for him on another pi...
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