I was telling a coworker today about my belt that I always wear. It’s sort of like a tattoo. You might have one, but sometimes you forget about it until you see it in a mirror. My acorn belt was part of my uniform when I worked for the National Park Service at Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace. I remember first noticing a park ranger wearing one when I was riding on a bus at Mammoth Cave and decided that I really wanted one. I worked at Lincoln’s Birthplace 8 years ago, but I still wear this belt almost every day. I’m going to be really sad when the leather breaks.  

I’m hoping one day I’ll get to return to the NPS maybe in post-retirement. 

When I worked at Knob Creek, I remember we had this silly sign that said “Ranger on Duty” which sat on the handrail of the station. If you put the sign up too far to the right a vertical post would hide the “R” which made the sign look like it said, “Anger on Duty.” About every other tourist who walked up would call me “Anger” because they thought it was my name.