Did I ever mention I hate dress codes? I recognize the need - obviously some of would show up in our pajamas or less if given half a chance - but really, now, does it matter if I wear jeans? They don't have holes, frays, or stains. I generally wear a blazer and a shirt or just a polo with them... but I'm fighting a losing battle. I can't wear the clothes I like, I don't like the way I look in the clothes that I have, and I'm having a hard time finding a middle ground. I'm ready to throw 90% of my closet out. But I'll work through it. In order to be paid like a professional, one must look like a professional. Bah.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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