http://localhost/mediawiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Pete_Cummins%27_Life_StoryPete Cummins' Life Story - Revision history2026-09-24T00:10:21ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.39.7http://localhost/mediawiki/index.php?title=Pete_Cummins%27_Life_Story&diff=169&oldid=prevJess at 08:54, 29 December 20072007-12-29T08:54:26Z<p></p>
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</table>Jesshttp://localhost/mediawiki/index.php?title=Pete_Cummins%27_Life_Story&diff=138&oldid=prevJess at 22:36, 28 December 20072007-12-28T22:36:49Z<p></p>
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</table>Jesshttp://localhost/mediawiki/index.php?title=Pete_Cummins%27_Life_Story&diff=134&oldid=prevJess at 21:53, 28 December 20072007-12-28T21:53:12Z<p></p>
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<td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Late 66 was drafted into the Army. I quickly drove from Missouri to Michigan to enlist in the Navy. I had until the end of December to get into the Navy or it was the Army for me. (No thanks, did not feel like slogging through the jungles of Vietnam). The Navy enlistment quotas were full, so I was put on a waiting list, number three out of two for December. At the last minute number two broke his leg and became number six. Thank you Mr. Broken Leg who ever you are. Spent Christmas 1966 in boot camp at Great Lakes. Then stationed in Memphis, TN for aviation electronics school. There was a graduating class every week. Three weeks out from graduation we heard that that class was sent to Vietnam for river boat duty. Over coming the horror of that news I asked "Why riverboats, we are aviation wing?" It was explained to me that the riverboats were equipped with aviation electronics and radar because of the compactness of the components. "Oh, just great! That's just wonderful". Class two weeks out - Riverboats. Class one week out - Riverboats. My orders upon graduation-Milton, FL. "Where the Hell is Milton, FL"? Don't ask, at least its not riverboats. Milton is just on the East side of the bay from Pensacola, FL. I was stationed there until my Honorable discharge in 1970. Maria and I were divorced on 1970. I rose through the ranks to become an E-5, Second Class Petty Officer, Quality Control Inspector and the head of the Federal Bureau of Standards Calibration Lab, Whiting Field Branch. We had upper level calibration equipment to test and certify all electronics test equipment used by the avionics techs on the base. The closest I ever got to a ship was driving by The USS Lexington, a WWII aircraft carrier that was used for pilot carrier landing training in the Gulf of Mexico. I never went aboard her and that was just fine with me.</div></td>
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<td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In 1984 I lost my older brother Harry from a heart attack. He was an attorney in my father's law firm, Cummins & Cummins, in Lansing, MI. In 1989 Lynne and I divorced. In 1990 I quit the agency and started free lancing specializing in Architectural Renderings. Also in 1990 I married Jacque Baer, a family friend since 1981. She was the one who discovered that my business partners were cheating me and convinced me to move on and free-lance. It was during that marriage that I was diagnosed with clinical depression and was told that I probably suffered from it my whole life. (Duh....Cranbrook?)Divorced in early 1996. Then on to Julie, who I mentioned earlier. During the nineties I lost my father and mother. In the Fall of 2004, had a major bout with depression. Julie wanted a divorce, my Free-Lancing business had dried up due to 911 and the demise of small home builders. So I started working at The Home Depot in Jupiter, FL as a Millworks Specialist, a step up from working on the floor. I snagged that position since I knew how to read blueprints. Initially I regarded that job as being the bottom of the barrel, but soon it became a blessing. The huge amount of socialization that engulfed me from associates and customers bouyed me up from the depths of my depression. It got me through my divorce from Julie in 2005. The depression is always there, but not as strong as it used to be. Working alone at home as a free-lance artist for 14 years certainly did a lot to feed my depression. I need to be around people and most of my life I didn't know that.</div></td>
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