Working Just Enough

notquiteold

Years ago I went out to San Diego to attend a wedding.

I had never been to California before.

I think now – at the place I am in my life right now – I would fit in quite well.

But thirty-five years ago, it was quite a shock.

Because I met people who were enjoying themselves.

I couldn’t fathom it.

I met four women who lived together in a rather small apartment. Each worked part-time: waitressing, office work, cleaning houses.

I met a guy and his wife who were caddying at a golf course.

We all went to a Padres game (the first Major League baseball game I ever saw, and I saw a grand slam home run, by the way). All these folks came with us to the game. It was a weekday afternoon. No one I met said, “Sorry, I have to work.”

We went to Tijuana…

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