What’s on my back
For almost half the year, I live in a lovely two story brick colonial with my wonderful wife and son. I have a garage full of tools, a library full of books and a bar full of beer. To make things all the better, I even have a beautiful, sexy woman that loves to cook and clean for me. Who could ask for anything more?
However, the other half of the year, I live out of a backpack on oil rigs. I never know where, when or what I will be eating next or where I will be sleeping. Everything that half of my life owns is in that backpack, clothes, hygiene, laptop, and maybe a book or two. No beer, no woman. So needless to say, that backpack is very important to me. It might not be much, but it is my other home.Continued in Pilot's Voice