Tuesday, April 5, 2011
I had a doctors appointment in Kirksville the other day at the Veterans Clinic. During my drive up there my mind drifted back to a time when I was a Conservation Agent in Putnam County. It was the early 70's and I was 21 years old. The agent in Adair County was a man named Bill Otten and he lived in Kirksville. He was a very good agent and had good repoir with most everyone. I liked Bill, we always had a lot of fun working together. He was a bit of rebel and always made jokes abought our supervisors. He ended up marrying the Magistrat Judge and took some ribbing about that. After two years I transferred to southwest Missouri and became the agent assigned to Pomme De Terre lake. After eight years there I resigned and pursued other employment.
About a year ago on another visit to the VA clinic in Kirksville I looked up Bill in the phone book. Sure enough he was listed. I called and he met me at a local eating place. During that visit Bill told me he eventually became the Regional Supervisor for that region. I told him I was surprised because the Bill Otten I knew was a bit of a rascal. He laughed. I also told him that I was sure he had been a good Supervisor.
As I was thinking back about this time in my life it was hard for me to accept that so much time had passed. Almost as if I had passed thru a time warp at some point and now it was forty years later. Sometimes when I think about past events it seems they happened just days ago. Does this mean I'm getting OLD or did I really pass thru a time warp?
The picture above was taken of me when I was 26. The Conservation Dept. used it on a brochure for people interested in becoming an Agent. X.