When Lucent laid me off, Wayne had just died,
and the old home place was sitting empty. We were able
to buy it from Brenda's brothers and sister. Now we live there.
It's across the street from Parker Bayou. Brenda's uncles used to live
just down the street. They fished and shrimped. The net ban
and the turtle excluder devices and the price of diesel fuel
put them out of business. The land got too valuable
to live on. It happens. It's part of the business cycle.
Capitalism. Big fish eat little fish. The race is to
the ruthless. I'm okay. Nobody's after me.
I don't think. If they are, I don't know about it.
When it happens it will be a fait accompli
I can't do anything about. So why worry?
Don't worry. Be happy.
Ignorance is bliss.
I'm a hick.
Hicks are fatalistic.