When I moved up to Panama City, and took a job out at the beach,
as a technical writer, I lived in the trailer behind Uncle Wayne
and Granny Brown until I could get on my feet and buy the house
on Martin Lake. The house we lost to the bank during the Reagan-Bush
recession. It wasn't more house than we could afford, with both of us working.
It was our nest-egg, our investment, a house always appreciated, but you have to
be able to make the house payments, or you'll lose it. Who knew we would both
be out of work for a year, two years, two and a half. Fear of Falling: The Inner Life
of the Middle Class. We fell. Get up. Start over. Now here we are, all over again.
Déjà vu revisited. Like father, like son. It's the economy, stupid.
As your motivation speaker I advise you to take the money and run.