Once upon a time there was this guy who rocked the t-shirt world. Looking back now it seems almost too simplistic of a plan. Or not even one.
Yeah he had been planning. Reading. Discussing it with his wife, but the day he decided to do it was not a day he had carefully chosen to turn in his notice. That note, which he had written in his head at least a few times but putting it on paper, handing it to someone else, making his intentions known, the timing of that was more impulsive. I have done no studies but believe that most of those types of decisions are done in much the same manner. The actual severing of ties usually comes after a long period of discontent. Years even when the mind was given the opportunity to carefully consider choice.
I heard about it maybe the next day or the day after that. I don’t even remember who told me, but I remember calling him.
Yo, homey. You need the muumuu?
The muumuu you and Priscilla gave me for my retirement. I hear you retired.
No, you keep it. He laughed.
He had been doing t-shirts for eight years. His art major was printmaking. A barn across the road was a prime location. He had already bought a piece of equipment. It was time to buy the rest, and he had the money to do it. He and his daughter could be put on the health insurance at his wife’s job.
His daughter, she was one and a half then.
There is more to this story, but I need to get a little nap before getting to work this morning.
Today I am grateful to work alongside my brother.