I took a drive onto the grounds of the Midlothian
country club today. I was doing this out of curiosity, since we happened to be
in the area. As we drove the winding road past the main club house I pointed
and said to Rachel, “That’s where I worked my first real job. This was before I
was 16 years old. I was a dishwasher in the restaurant there. I don’t remember
for sure but I think I was paid about $1.95 per hour.”
I thought she might find this autobiographical
history lesson from my life to be of interest. To learn these types of facts
about your father’s journey can be quite engaging.
She said, “Oh.” Then she reclined the car seat and went
back to sleep.
…It’s hard to know with certainty but this may help
explain why no publishers have any interest in my memoirs.
(Just wait till I drive past the shoe store where I
used to work.)
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