Raymond wrote his first book at the age of sixty-one.Â Â His wife got her Doctorate in education and he wroteÂ books. HeÂ loveÂ writing! One of theÂ reasonsÂ he decided to write was “I got tired of seeing ever one else on TV; I was vicariously living their life and not my own. Everyone had a story…share yours.”Â He and his wife and have enjoyed many years with their four+one childrenâ€¦one child adopted them. They have been happily married for many years.
The peculiar smile that crossed the face of the Ranger eluded the two candidates. He pressed a button on the black plastic box on the right side of his desk and asked his secretary to bring in two contracts.
While there was a lull in the conversation, the Ranger felt compelled to inform his recruits of a few inconsequential matters.
â€œYou knowâ€¦â€ He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to his guests. â€œMost of these jobs are anywhere from 100 to 250 miles from any real civilization.â€
The recruits were thinking, goodâ€¦no supervision.
â€œThe job can be a little dangerous sometimes.â€ Eric and Mickey gave each other the smile that said, â€˜We laugh in the face of death.â€™
As the secretary popped through the door, the Ranger spoke as if he were conversing with the plant in corner of his office. â€œYeah, weâ€™ve lost fifteen men in the last five years.â€
â€œLostâ€¦lostâ€¦like they got lost in the woodsâ€¦somebody misplaced them?â€ Eric glanced at the application; suddenly it looked like a coiled serpent.
The Ranger put on a serious face that could have come out of any horror movie. â€œNo. Lostâ€¦like in dead, or at least missing.â€