Determined to avail myself of the advertised too-good-to-be-legal temporary PADI “Vacation Certification” — the waters my PawPaw sailed upon I would dive below — despite my utter lack of preparation and propensity to hold my breath while thinking. After some minutes of basic scuba instructi...
Training is sometimes top notch and at other times, it is pathetic. As an example, my chief — who had a warped sense of humor — sent me to a driving school intended to improve my chase and safety skills. We didn’t tear up the roads. Instead, we sat through a boring three-hour ...