Recently, the kid I spent a great deal of time in high school sucking and fucking with contacted me. I wasn't afraid to see him after more than 40+ years. I was actually very curious. So I invited him to stay with me and The Squeeze while he visited Argentina and Uruguay. And this is what I discover. When I was kicked out of high school for being gay he ended up dropping out a year later and joining the Air Force. He was never better than a D+ C- student anyway and his parents thought the discipline would do him good. Instead of becoming meat for the grind during Viet Nam the bright ones running the Air Force led him into the field of aerospace mechanics. Basically, they trained him how to fix broken jets -- all parts, and some helicopters. He left the military after 5 years, married, found work as an automechanic and then finally work with a major US Airline as a mechanic. After 12 years he divorced and married two more times. He's now divorced and taking a combination of some very heavy anti-depressents. He still works for the same airline as a mechanic. OK, here's the problem. He still doesn't show any newfound intelligence. In fact, he seems dumber than when he was 16. His stint in the Air Force, in addition to training him how to yank or repair a jet engine, also lent itself for him to develop a serious drug dependence. Now he claims he OK because it's limited to just alcohol and a little marijuana. Trust me, I'm no stranger to ALL illicit drugs, but I sort of grew out of that stage in my life. Plus, I don't practice medicine or work on the Space Shuttle. When my friend from my teen age years left yesterday The Squeeze (who speaks no English) asked me what my old friend did for a job. "Hes a jet mechanic," I said. The Squeeze's face froze in horror. "Him?!" he asked with a not too subtle expression of disbelief. Although my old friend and I didn't get into the specifics of his work, I still wouldn't trust him changing a light bulb in my house. The idea of him be a mechanic on jet engines, hydraulic motors, and electrical devices on commercial jets doesn't exactly inspire confidence in me. But maybe he is a good mechanic? However, judging from the lapses in his memory during the few days he stayed with us, I doubt it. I often fly on the airline for which my old friend works. He did mention that he tends to specialize in 767's and 777's, but works on all air equipment. This scares me. The only way out of here (Buenos Aires) is on a 767 or the occasional 747 to Europe -- but mostly 767's launch out of here. Knowing that my old high school drop out friend has probably had his fingers on every nut and bolt on the aircraft I climb aboard to travel sort of gives me pause. Does this fact of life scare you?