There comes a point in everyone journey west that you have to make decisions. Thankfully I don't have to deal with lil' jon's dysentery, broken axles or sick oxen. I just have to pick an occupation. It was not banker or carpenter though, it was forest fire fighter. You don't make as much as a banker and you are not gifted with any fix-it skills, but oh-well. I have a good opportunity in Oregon to fight forest fires. I am very exited about a good job possibility. It will only be a temporary thing but it will get me going again, financially. If things work out. I will be in training for a bit then hopefully shipped to California. I leave tomorrow morning.
My Boss
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Man, that picture of the Oregon Trail video game brought tears to my eyes. That is the best game ever. When you get to Oregon, see if they still sell that game.
On another note, you're going to do a great job as a firefighter. I'm proud of your determination and sense of responsibility. Do work.
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