Most people learn how to write simple sentences.  But writing one sentence after another making sense, now, that's something else.  In my first year in college I could not write a paragraph that anyone would want to read and several professors complained about my work.  In the days of pre-grade inflation, misplaced punctuation, an errant thought or a hideous trite cliche' would get docked...sometimes as much as one grade letter.  After matriculating (you like that word?) I became a crime scene investigator.  In the course of my truncated career...only eleven years...I investigated at least fifty homicides and probably more, hard to say exactly because gore is gore.  Now, if a victim loses his head or is sliced in two by a train or catches a chestfull of double ought buckshot or, well, you get the point., those I remember.  Homicides are quite bureaucratic.  One gruesome murder filled an entire filing cabinet with notes, observations, theories and photos.  Police work causes cynicism.  I once wrote a routine report of a misdemeanor assault in the style of a post-mortem.  "There is a contusion in the right frontal occipital lobe with minor hematoma and  traces of exsanguination etc."  Nobody even read the report until the case went to court.  The Asstistant DA was pissed off because he had to asked for a continuance.  What fun!  I could have written poetry about some cases, "...her life ended in screams as someone opened her seams..."

Realestate broker's license.

I recently wrote a poem about a forclosure... A year or two back On some property that A woman was self-employed She signed a lien vow My percent was a wow But the Sheriff I've now deployed...