When I was in World War Two, I tracked German submarines. When the war was over, I got my certificate and went to work for the Department of Transport and got a job offer at the Wiarton Airport in 1947, when work on oil tankers finished. I was the radio staff until 1963, when I went to the Arctic during the Cold War. I then moved to London and worked at the London and Toronto Airport. I then came back to Wiarton and looked after all of the electronics at the airport as well as marine radio duties. Wiarton is the best place to live. Everything is at your finger tips!