Editor’s Introductory Notes: Several months ago, I asked our Field Gear Editor Emeritus, Pat Cascio, to write a serialized autobiography, and scan some photos, to accompany it. In reading this, you will learn that Pat has had a remarkable life, with the opportunity to “wear many hats.”
The title of this series is an homage to the “Make It Count” tagline that Pat has habitually used in signing his letters and e-mails. Pat’s life has indeed counted for something. His influence has helped shape the lives, improve readiness, and provide spiritual guidance to countless others. Pat touched the lives of thousands in the U.S. Army, while keeping the peace on our streets, in Rhodesia’s bush country, countering international terrorists, teaching in dozens of martial arts dojos, writing for nearly a dozen publications, and even teaching in church pulpits. Pat is quite a guy. In his autobiography, you will see his rapid growth from an immature troublemaker from the streets of the south side of Chicago into a well-traveled and knowledgeable renaissance man who is worthy of emulation.
Rest assured that this five-part article series is not Pat’s “Swan Song”. He intends to continue writing a few SurvivalBlog field gear reviews, as long as his health allows it. – JWR
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I was born in November of 1951. Since I’m now in my seventh decade of life, it gets harder to remember a lot of details. Additionally, in the past year, I’ve suffered from several strokes and my thinking process has slowed down a lot, and my typing skills have degraded. I used to type 100+ words per minute. But now I’m down to about 30-to-35 words per minute, with a lot of typos that have to be corrected. That is frustrating, to say the least.
Growing Up In Chicago
My formative years up to about age 10 years of age, weren’t much different than that of a lot of kids my age. However, I was raised by my grandparents from the time I was six weeks old. My grandparents had already raised nine kids of their own. As I was told, my mother just wasn’t ready to settle down and raise a child – she had just turned 17 two months before I was born. I don’t know any of the details of her divorce from my birth father, other than that she remarried when I was two years old. At the time, and I didn’t realize it, my birth father lived next door to my grandparent’s apartment building for several years. It wasn’t until 1979, that I met my birth father for the first time. And it wasn’t a pleasant meeting.
I lived in a very tight-knit community in Chicago, and everyone knew everyone. I was raised in the area called “Bridgeport” and it was known as one of the toughest areas of Chicago – I haven’t been back there for a lot of years – who knows it might still be “that” tough. Bridgeport was a mix of races, but we got along. I last visited Bridgeport in 1992 – and not much had changed since I lived there. Most of my old friends still lived there in 1992, and many still do.Continue reading“Making It Count – Part 1, by Pat Cascio”