To be honest, the one in the blue to your left looks like he could source you a hitman if you had need.
Ok, let’s see, a little something about each one, starting with the one in the blue:
Retired loading dock worker, trained bricklayer, eats more deer than Robin Hood and His Merry Men, third oldest
The one with the whiskers, oldest one, retired, initially an electrical engineer, pretty high up the corporate structure at Fuji at one time, chucked in all in when he was 50 for a minimum-wage job (and no savings or golden parachute, because he spends it as fast as he gets it), designed and built his own house, lived in his truck (with his dog) for over a year, has had more wives and girlfriends than I can count, sited ICBMs for the Air Force in the ‘70’s, has set himself on fire (by accident) twice, and is without a doubt, the friendliest, nicest, most genuinely helpful person you will ever meet.
Then me, youngest, there are no words…
Next to me, second-oldest, retired career Army and now a state-recognized elementary school teacher, the one we always assumed would end up in prison one day, but didn’t.
The last one is a mechanical genius and a real artist with anything he works on, whether it’s body work/painting cars, or detailed woodwork, or anything like that. He’s the one who can disassemble a tractor blindfolded and reassemble it into a fully-functioning Ferris wheel, if that’s what you want, I can count on one hand the things he’ll eat, and have fingers left over (he didn’t order breakfast), and if there’s one person who might possibly be nicer and more helpful than the other one, it’s him. Gentlest person I’ve ever known. Where the other one is very outgoing, though, this one is very introverted. He’s a truck driver, but he’s home every night, no overnight stuff. That’s another thing - he can drive anything that can be driven, and if you need an 18-wheeler backed sideways through and Esher maze…he’s your guy, fourth oldest, and there’s a sister between me and him.