matter of fact in augusta, georgia at that time a black man couldn't even get a job with the city sanitation department on a garbage truck. you know, because that was a fairly good-paying job, and it had benefits. and our parents said, you know, boy, whatever you do, you find yourself a good-paying job with a company that's got benefits. period. but anyway, the drivers at murray's cookies were kind of my heroes. they were young black men who drove these big, powerful diesel trucks. and murray's is that time, '62ish, '63ish had a brand-new fleet of white 3000 desells. and fixed up. i concluded that i should be a truck driver. besides, big guy, hey, big truck, you know, power! marine corps had other ideas. and they just about dragged me kicking and screaming off to electronics -- communication electronics school out in san diego. great deal. so i go from paris island boot camp to infantry training in camp lejeune, camp geiger, north carolina. and then to san diego. and i'm at san diego for the next year in basic electronic school, electronic telephone, teletype repair school. in between that and my next