Hmmmm......
I'm just an average guy of 37. Reagan is the first president I remember. My wife an I are a team, we both work to support our 2 kids, and try to have a little extra to have some fun with the family. We work hard for what we have and are thankful to have it.
I'm a simple former heavy haul trucker, turned Highway Department worker just a little over a year ago who still wakes up every morning actually looking forward to going to work despite making a little less money than I did when trucking.
I'm kind of a jack of all trades sort of guy, who likes to go against the grain. I still ride my 3-wheelers, drive an old '78 Chevy truck (in the summer time anyway) and own my share of firearms.. Might not seem "against the grain" to some of you, but I live in NY!
My wife and kids like to pile into the cab and box of that old truck for a summer evening cruise to a campfire gathering at any one of my siblings or parents houses. Nothing like the sound of an old 350 and the smell of carbureted engine exhaust mixed with the sounds of the crickets and the firework show of lightning bugs in a summer night hayfield.
If I'm dressed up, it's my best jeans and button up shirt with a belt and my best pair of logger boots.
When I'm not dressed up it's about the same except it's a little dirtier and I skip the belt..
I can't carry every day (see above reference to state of residence), but when I do, I'm packing a magnum anywhere between 357 and 460 S&W...SO ask yourself, "Do I feel lucky??" Well, do ya punk??
I'm the guy who feels extremely disconnected with his generation. Like I was born 75+ years later than I was supposed to be. I look back at my childhood in the 80's and remember how much more free we were even then.
I'm the guy who worries about my kids' future.. individually and on the grander scale of where our nation is headed. These worries keep me awake at night at times.....
I'm also the guy who swears to be a misplaced Texan. I most certainly DO NOT have a NY state of mind.... One may contend that I cannot afford to stay, but the reality is that I cannot afford to pick up and leave.. monetarily or more importantly for the family we would be leaving behind.....
I'm one of the guys that plows the roads in our little snow covered corner of NY, called Vienna.
Cheers.