Many moons ago, I was working on a particular project (why yes, that photo does provide a hint as to what the project might have been, no never met anyone in that photo but the names are all very familiar) and then went off into exile.
I returned from exile and worked another seafaring type project, then that dried up.
Back to the not yet mentioned project for a few months, then I was free. Off to another, seafaring yet way less war-like project. A year of stress-free living and enjoyable work.
Then the money dried up.
Yup, got pulled back in.
Just when I thought I was out.
But I'm not Silvio Dante, nor am I Michael Corleone.
Just a poor working stiff, trying to make his way in the world.
Also, after thinking about the massive rant I was going to offload onto you, Gentle Reader, it hit me, the paycheck still comes in every other week. While I'm not going to get wealthy any time soon, I do pretty well, thank you very much. (The monthly check from the Air Force doesn't hurt either.)
So just what the heck do I have to complain about?
I'm doing alright.
Still, I kinda wish I'd learned to play the guitar...