Interview with David Sullivan (gbudavid on various social media sites)

Note: Yes, I’m busy, still. David was gracious enough to provide me with this so I wouldn’t have to spend too much time putting together a blog entry. Many thanks to him for helping out.

David Sullivan is a US Navy Veteran living in Portland, Oregon, working as a truck driver. It’s neat hearing from him about baseball, the outdoors, beer, military issues, conservative politics, and kids & grandkids. I thought it might be nice to ask him a few questions and hear him speak at length about some things important to him:

What are the biggest differences between growing up now and growing up for you?

I grew up in Baker, Oregon. We had no TV until I was in fifth grade; drank milk straight from the cow. There were drive-in movie theaters. I never heard of McDonald’s. Your folks did not worry if you walked to school or the park by yourself.

The meals were breakfast, dinner and supper. There was no excuse for being late and justice was swift and painful.

If you got in trouble in school there was a spanking at the Principal’s Office and another when you got home.

The telephone was a big ugly thing with a Operator in it and there was a thing called a party line. That was a bunch of houses on a single line. Each house had its own ring code and you were the only one supposed to answer. Usually by the end of your conversation the Operator and all your neighbors knew all that you knew…

We went swimming, hunting and fishing without parents after fifth grade.

It wasn’t till 1959 and I was twelve when I remember Sputnik. I guess I was deprived: no TV, no video games, just movies and the library. The first movie that made an impression on me was Moby Dick. And Tom and Huck…

In your mind, when did the s**t hit the fan in the 60’s, and how did we get to that point?

I am not sure exactly when the brown stuff got in the rotor. I left high school at end of tenth grade, I went into the Navy August 1964, the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution happened while I was in boot camp. And I spent the next year in Kingsville, Texas.

When I left there in Nov. 1965 there were no hippies yet. I was in the Philippines Dec. 1965 till June 1967. There were hippies when I came back and it was a sight to see all that hair and stuff.

In July 1967 I went on an extended Western Pacific Cruise with stops in Hawaii, Philippines, Japan,Viet Nam, Hong Kong, Viet Nam, Taiwan, PI and Japan. In Jan. 1968 I was redeployed to Korea because the DPRK had taken the USS Pueblo.

By the time I got back in June the spitting on sailors and being called baby-killers was in full bloom.

What’s it like living in Portland?

I have never cared much for Portland: too liberal, and I don’t like the rain. It is, however, a good place to work out of.

What can every driver do to make the road safer, in your opinion? What can they do to make a truck driver’s day?

They can pull their head out of their backside. If they quit taking unnecessary chances, ie. talking on cell phones, putting on make up.

Actually they are pretty safe, but too much in a hurry.

What are some things you’d like to see change politically? What kind of future is reasonable for America, in your opinion?

I think that the USA should maintain its sovereignty. We should not worry what other nations think. We should get back toward the right of center. Take care of our sick, elderly and hungry before we go about the world trying to buy their respect. Respect is earned, not bought.

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