RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years
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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />
THROUGH THE YEARS<br />
Don’t have much to say about <strong>the</strong> work I did <strong>the</strong>re…pretty mundane stuff…in operational and<br />
administrative records. Every morning though, I had to put on my brown serge, walk <strong>the</strong> mail up<br />
to <strong>the</strong> Commanding Officer’s office, come to attention, and when he said ‘at ease Constable; I<br />
had to open <strong>the</strong> envelopes and place <strong>the</strong> contents on his desk. He was definitely ‘old school’.<br />
Every moment I wasn’t working, I was out in my new car. Always was one to sightsee wherever<br />
I was. I happened upon a bar in town, “Cosmo”, which very quickly became a ritual and where I<br />
met Doug Falkenham, with whom I chummed <strong>the</strong> entire time I was <strong>the</strong>re. Great place, a<br />
members-only establishment with a barn motif, and great music. Oh my, did we go through <strong>the</strong><br />
beer. I think I left Fredericton with less money than when I arrived.<br />
One of <strong>the</strong> single fellows in barracks<br />
with me had his pilot’s license, with<br />
<strong>the</strong> hopes of joining <strong>the</strong> RCMP’s air<br />
services. Anyhow, one weekend,<br />
during <strong>the</strong> Moncton Air Show, he<br />
invited me to join him in renting a<br />
small plane (this one) and flying to <strong>the</strong><br />
show…if I would help him with gas<br />
money. What an opportunity. He<br />
went on to become a pilot with <strong>the</strong><br />
now-defunct Eastern Provincial<br />
Airways (EPA).<br />
In September of 1971 I decided to<br />
drive to Regina in my new car. About 3700 kms, but what a pleasant drive. Driving back to<br />
Fredericton I went 1100 miles on <strong>the</strong> first day, just loved<br />
driving <strong>the</strong> Cougar. I went through <strong>the</strong> States, and arriving<br />
at <strong>the</strong> Maine/New Brunswick border had a miserable<br />
Canada Customs agent who made me take my car apart.<br />
Should’ve flashed my badge instead, but since I hadn’t<br />
requested formal permission to be in <strong>the</strong> States (which you<br />
did at that time – it was a foreign country), I didn’t want to<br />
get myself into any more trouble.<br />
Here’s me at home in Regina in my disco, polyester suit and<br />
shiny silk tie, and 1970’s hair…at least what I could get<br />
away with being in uniform at work. What a laugh. I’m sure<br />
my Dad was embarrassed taking me out looking like this!<br />
During my stay in Fredericton I thought my spare time could<br />
be better spent improving my education, so I enrolled in an<br />
evening University class for accounting. Thought it might<br />
lead to o<strong>the</strong>r classes and a boost to my career. Seems my<br />
heart (and brain) wasn’t into it as I found it very difficult and<br />
gave up before <strong>the</strong> course was completed, and got back to<br />
having fun with Doug!<br />
June 2017<br />
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