In 1968 after eight years in the Navy I was discharged at the Naval Station in Seal Beach. The "Career Counselors" on the ship kept after me to stay in. They said that there was a "recession" going on and I wouldn't find a decent job on the outside. After leaving the ship, I went to a phone booth to call my wife to come pick my civilian ass up. When I picked up the handset I heard a clunk and over a dollar in change dropped into the coin slot. It was an omen. I knew right then that everything was going to be just fine and it was.
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