Well my dad was from Tennesse and mother from New York (upstate).  I feel like I have a lot of my dad in me.  That old adventerous spirit and fun.  I have done some traveling around the U.S. and really enjoy getting out.  How much fun would it be to travel all the time?  Stopping at new places to call home on a regular basis?  Sounds like a dream to me.

I have been married for 13 years and my wife and I feel a kinship with the song “Going Mobile” by the who.  Well we are gong to take the plunge!  We will be traveling in our 31ft motorhome and seeing the country.

What an adventure.  With the cost of gas rising and things happening all around - we aren’t getting any younger.  We hope to travel for a number of years and maybe settle down.

I will keep you informed on our travels!  Here is a video of our rig!  Dusty and dirty from storage - it looks like a castle to me.

To quote and old Saturday night gig (with my modifications):  You can call me hey, youse can call me “J”, youse can call me Jack, you can call me Jackson, youse can call me action, youse can call me “@#&^%#” - Just don’t call me late for dinner!

That kind of sums up what I think of names.  Names are so weird.  My name is Scott.  A pretty common name.  I have googled my name and found tons of Scott Jacksons.  So you say, “A rose by any other name…” Well I ain’t no rose!  In the movie “Holy Man” Eddie Murphy has the name of “G”.  His character says “Think of how much time you will save when you get to one letter!”  That would make me “S”.  Hmmmm?  My middle name is Eston and have been called “Es” by some.  That is pretty close to “S”.  Sounds good to me.  Es or S — sounds the same doesn’t it?

I met a man with the first name of Eston at a place where I worked.  I have never met a man with that name until then.  We shared a name in common - that was it.  Names don’t describe the  man.  We were night and day.  At the same place I had the pleasure of having another employee with my name.  He was Scott M Jackson and I am Scott E Jackson.  Boy did that cause some problems.  It was a large auto factory (never said that I didn’t work for a living) in Illinois.  I am a short 5′6″ guy with a 40″ waist.  He was 6′2″ tall with a 30″ waist.  We had to were uniforms and it was a standard thing for our uniforms to go to each other.  I would hold the pants and they would go up to the top of my chest and looked like I mightbe able to put a leg into the waist.  What a pain.  I would get his union stuart pay every once in a while.  Nice - had to give it back though.  Darn.

So I won’t mind if you get me mixed up with anyone else.  Like I said - don’t call me late for dinner!