80.  What a Relief

 

Q:  Was it a relief to get laid off?

 

A:  I wouldn’t say that.

      It was a wake-up call.

      We needed to simplify our life.

      Not to have a better quality of life.  But to survive.

      Survival was a matter of simplification.

 

Q:  But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

      An opportunity.

 

A:  In the sense that I wouldn’t have done it until forced to, yes.

      At least, I hadn’t done it until forced to.

 

Q:  Did you have any help?

 

A:  Yes.  We got free job placement counseling.

      I was able to take a fresh look at my choices.

      My situation.

      A choice came up that wouldn’t have been a choice if I hadn’t been laid off, or hadn’t been able to see it as a choice.

      We had a chance to buy Brenda’s old home place from her brothers and sisters, sell our house in Atlanta, before the real estate market crashed, and move to Panama City.

      I had a chance to retire.

      To give myself a sabbatical year.

      Between ten weeks separation pay, 26 weeks of unemployment, and one 13-week extension, I would have 49 weeks at the house to write.

      I could go on early, reduced-benefit social security, at 62.

      I got laid off in July and turned 62 in August.

 

Q:  You fell in shit and come up smelling like a rose.

 

A:  Yes.

      No more commute.

      No more tract house in the suburbs.

      No more Burrito Day with my co-workers, repeating Rush Limbaugh’s talking points along with Fox News, overhead.

      He went to the library.  On his bicycle.

      I could go to the library.  On my bicycle.

 

Q:  Did Brenda retire too?

 

A:  Brenda kept working.  She stayed in Atlanta to sell the house.

      She worked until she got laid of, so she could draw 39 weeks of unemployment.

      I not only had a 49-week sabbatical, I had the first six months of it by myself, in Parker, before Brenda got laid off and moved down.

      I could walk on the beach.

      I could go the The red Bar on Sunady and hear Dread Clampitt.

      I could set up a web site for Dread Clampitt and be the Band Paparazzo and Stage Father.

      With my digital point and shoot camera.

      I had a 35mm point and shoot camera, but now I upgraded to digital.

      I could download jpg files from my camera and work on them in the photopaint program that came with the camera.  Or with Windows.

      I didn’t have to get film developed and saved to a CD as jpg files.

      I was independent.

      The ultimate free lance.

 

Q:  Hunter S. Thompson wrote a story called “The Ultimate Free Lancer,” I think the guy starved to death.

 

A:  Or died of a drug overdose.

      Drank himself to death.

      Lionel Olay.  He “didn’t make much of a dent.”

 

Q:  You haven’t made much of a dent.

 

A:  It’s a chromium sphere that can’t be dented from the outside and I’m not inside.

      But inside, it’s an echo chamber.

 

Q:  That’s the choice.

      No dent or an echo.

 

A:  Thompson made a dent.

 


 

 

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