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Note: Family History according to Cousin Trish: Uncle Bill...born William Paul, on Nov. 8, 1940. He joined the Air Force. A Vietnam Vet. He was discharged with an honorable, under the rank of SSGT. He was also an aircraft mechanic. He did attend college beforehand, with the intent of becoming a Veterinarian, but after two years, he dropped out, totally disgusted when he had to attend a slaughter house with one of his classes. It was the icing on the cake to other current frustrations.
Uncle Bill was an auto mechanic for Fette Ford when I was very small. In 1970, he became a police officer for WoodRidge, which would drive him crazy for the next 11 years. In 1981, he resigned as a Sgt. and relocated us to AZ. He took a job building computers for awhile, but eventually would become a Traffic Accident Investigator in Glendale. Uncle Bill used to be a trumpet player with a band called "The Riviera". The band used to play at all of the local sock hops. Uncle Bill was a professional photographer, during the same period he was a police officer. He photographed your Mom's wedding.
When Uncle Bill moved to AZ, he started buying a lot of guns, shotguns, semi-automatics (which he illegally converted to automatics!) He was so obsessed with "building his own arsenal" (as we playfully teased!) that he actually looked into purchasing a tank, along with a Bazooka...I believe if the price was right, and there was enough room in the garage it would've been purchased!
Uncle Bill was so involved with weapons, enjoying "shooting up the desert" on his days off, he'd actually looked into becoming a Mercenary! I kid you not! Ha, ha!
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