Some of you may have noticed the fact that there is now the dreaded advertising strewn about my blog. I beg your indulgence.
When I was upended from my roost at the Times Colonist after seven years due to “economic cut backs”, I obviously lost my salary too. I won’t pretend that it was a king’s ransom, after all it had been diminished on at least four occasions in the time that I was a freelancer of note at the paper for the same reason as above, but it was my pocket money. When I finally got up the nerve to tell Kitty, my wife of some fifty years that my column was no more, she simply said:
“Well there goes the wine money.”
It was clear that I must replace at least some of it. To that end I tried to get a job as a greeter at a large department store but after a quick try out, the 15 year old manager said that I unnerved the adults and caused children to cry. Apparently there is no dress code in these places and they clearly will let anyone in no matter their eating habits. So it was back to writing and hence the need for the subtle advertising.
Forgive me.
Just hit it a few times and move on. I have earned 81 cents so far.
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