It just occurred to me this evening that here I am up to my armpits in Stampin’ Up rubber stamps living in Goodyear Arizona the town that was essentially founded by the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company. Sort of ironic. Couple that with the fact that most of my adult life has been spent working next to a flight line—it just sort of makes me wonder did I pick Goodyear or did it pick me?

I can sit on my patio and watch the F-16s of Luke AFB in the traffic pattern, and when I go out on the main street from my house I’m in site of the Phoenix Goodyear Airport. Life is good in the Valley of the Sun!