Last October I turned 61. I'd just been laid off from my job of 11 years a month before that birthday. Still, I really don't know what I want to do when I grow up.
I was thinking about some of my past, remembering things from all phases.
I think I might have had a mid-life crisis -- I married a woman 15-years my junior; I quit my career-job in journalism to go to graduate school; I earned a living as a busker (street entertainer) playing banjo and eventually played solo in clubs; my young wife divorced me; I dropped out of graduate school to join a band and go on the road.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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