John Burkholder

Father's Day is a bit different for me. I actually have 3 fathers. There is my birth father that I am currently searching for in order to understand my health and lineage. L R Stone is still the strong lead and I think he is in California still. I tried calling phone numbers, emailing all kinds of email addesses, and messaging on Facebook but have not had much luck getting a response.  My second father is my adopted father, Lloyd John Burkholder. Everyone called him Bud. Bud was in World War II as a cook in the Navy. He met my Mom by going the the Navy facility in Battle Creek, Michigan where my Mom grew up. When the war ended he came back and married her, had Gary John, and Janeen Lou and then 13 years after Jan, adopted a 6 month old John Henry (me). Much like me, he got bored easily and felt it was time to move on from place to place setting up and selling off bakeries across the US. Clinton was the last bakery though. My Mom had found a place she liked, made friends, and wanted

My life feels like a constant ebb and flow. Spring time comes around and we (the family) feel it is time to take a new job, move, and/or have a major life event. It has happened so often that we don't even think about setting down roots. Friends are always at arms length, and fortunately or unfortunately, I think I may have engrained that same mentality into my older kids.  Then comes Bloomington. It seems like the perfect middle ground for us. The pay is competitive, Andi has her business and it seems to be growing, and everyone except for me has managed to make good friends. I am still arms length friends with everyone. I guess this is the nearly 30 years of constantly moving that is hard to break through. Being a consultant means two things, good pay but with the trade-off that you may end up taking your next job in Austin or Redmond. There are other consultants that are road warriors and keep a home base. When I watch their Facebook updates, they also seem to have a very limite