MAY 1ST, 2012
TIME TO BLOG 'N SHARE. I HAVE ABOUT 1000 DIARIES STRETCHING BACK 40 YEARS OR MORE. MY PLAN IS TO SCAN ALL OF THEM AND CREATE A STORY OF THE BEGINNINGS OF MANY PARTS OF MY LIFE - THE ENDINGS SOMEHOW NEVER ARE RECORDED, FOR THE EXPERIENCE BECOMES TOO CONSUMING TO RECORD, TOO BORING TO COMTEMPLATE, OR TOO DEEP TO SHARE. AS AN ASIDE, I'LL USE ALL CAPS TO AVOID HAVING TO CORRECT MORE OF MY TYPING THAN I HAVE TO. TYPING, TAUGHT BY MISS CROSBY, WAS THE ONLY COURSE I EVER HAD TO DROP AT BRANDON, VT HIGH SCHOOL.
PRESSURE TO PERFORM A SKILL REQUIRING COORDINATION WAS TOO MUCH FOR THIS ONLY CHILD AND I WOULD "FREEZE UP." HAVING TO BE PERFECT WAS MORE THAN I COULD HANDLE. aLTHO QUITE GOOD WITH NUMBERS, I WOULD ALSO FREEZE UP DURING MY BRIEF, 2 WEEK CAREER AT THE A&P SUPERMARKET IN BRANDON. THE STUMBLING BLOCK THERE WAS DETERMINING THE COST OF ONE THINGY IF 3 THINGIES WERE PRICED AT ANYTHING NOT IMMEDIATELY DIVISIBLE BY, IN THIS CASE, 3. THE MORE I STRUGGLED, THE MORE THE EYES OF THE CUSTOMER BORED INTO ME, THE WORSE IT BECAME. BRANDON WAS A SMALL TOWN WHICH RAISED ITS CHILDREN COLLECTIVELY (OR AT LEAST DISCIPLINED THEM COLLECTIVELY). THE PERSON BUYING 2 OF THE THINGIES PRICED AT 3FER WOULD MORE THAN LIKELY WOULD OBSERVE "WELL, BILLY, YOU BETTER STUDY MORE".
I HATED THE NAME BILLY. THERE WAS A RADIO SHOW, "JUST PLAIN BILL." I'LL SPEAK OF THIS MORE IN THE NEXT BLOG.
HAPPILY, AFTER MY 2 WEEKS OF HELL AT THE A&P, I GOT A JOB AT BILL RYAN'S CHEVROLET WITH MY CLASSMTE BOB FALES, HIS BROTHER, JIMMY STEELE (BETTY'S BROTHER), RUSS HALLOCK, POP RYAN AND BILLS WIFE, WHOSE NAME ESCAPES ME. MY ADVENTURES AT RYAN'S WILL COME ALONG IN FUTURE BLOGS.
ENUF FOR NOW.
