The thunderstorms initiate Spring. It is here.
My wife, Sarah Elizabeth, carries my daughter---it makes 28 weeks, conservatively.
Sarah refused our home, so I sent her to live with her parents, asking a month to examine reasonable living quarters. She wanted me to become a corporate slave (sic), so she can count on there being an exact amount of money each week in the joint checking account.
Sheesh.
I survived on the hospitality (mostly boarding) of friends. My family, Erickson, Vernon, Knox, and Robbins, preferred my absence, instead of seemingly insubordination (sic).
For the dual purpose of leaving town (for asylum), and appeasing my wife (financially). I contacted Israel Jackson, asking for 27 dollars a day (plus per Diem) in exchange for getting me out of town. I promised my presents (mostly knowledge-based skills) would be beneficial. He hired me for 150 dollars/day, but no per Diem.
After one day and one night, the powers that be trumped both Jackson's and my own endeavors. Jackson said I must go. I asked for fair home, but confessed that I would use it to see my brother in NY. He refused, so I took the metro to Nashville.
Packed with necessities (clothing, a week's worth of food, toiletries, violin and my attache (sp) case) I ventured Nashville for three nights and four days. My Nashvillean experience is reserved for the ears of my brethren. Nevertheless, Nashville will burn, unless there is not a change in the status quo. The name of their NHL team should say enough---The Predators. I did have a conversation (twice) with Keith Urban. The highlight of the adventure was when I met a man running a shop on 2nd Avenue between Broadway and Commerce. He lived in Fayettville, AR, for twenty years, and had friends in Grove, OK---an honest man, he was/is.
Next, I returned to Antioch, TN, where Jackson and his crew were remodeling a Wal-Mart. He promised me 100 dollars and fair home, if I tallied and categorized his last year's receipts---all of them. Both he and I made good in less than 24hrs. He also asked for my financial services (for hire) each time he completes a project, so that he does not again get a year behind.
Tulsa for Saint Patrick's, where I was with Summer, Marybeth, and Bryan Larson. They were excellent, trustworthy companions. Their generosity has not gone unnoticed.
Contact was finally made with Kannin Ragsdale. He carriaged me to OKC.
I remain there/here still.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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