I can only wonder the regrets and sleeplessness the 2 former freelancers have now in the post haste of trying to swindle you. I hope they never try to fix a water pump and neglect to turn the power off……no, really.
People like that reside in the rear view mirror of our lives. Soon to be long forgotten footnotes. Who? Exactly.
They're all doing fine and I wish them good health and good sleep. But a painful lesson is learned. It is no favor to keep incompetent people on the payroll. It breeds resentment and they will plunge the dagger deep. Everyone has a place in the working world and if they're in the wrong place you need to help them find the right one.
We're going to Connecticut for Thanksgiving, where my Crandall ancestors lived until the revolution drove them north. Our feast will be fixed by our beloved Portuguese-Parisian niece and so it will be turkey and stuffing raised to fine art. I am enjoying the anticipation.
Wishing you safe travels and your gathering sounds quite soigné! Dig it! By the bye, your new book Serenity at 70 is simply wonderful. Nearly 30 years ago I brought my Partner to see you at Town Hall for the Christmas show. He joined me in the GK Fan Club. I heard him giggling while read your book the other night. (We have all of your books; I particularly love poetry and raunchy limericks, so Hail to you, GK, for keeping that alive!). Lastly, we share in common a love of La Mirabelle and Danielle Ruperti, the singing Waitress. I bought my Better Half a sunflower painting Danielle did lo those many years ago and it resides in the guest house on our property upstate where we moved as sequester changed our lives and we left the UWS. Safe travels and I'm thrilled to have this exchange with you, an Artist and Writer I have long admired. Made my day! Thank you!
Verl Wisehart - Thanks for sharing your experience with bullies. Believe it or not, girls can have such encounters, too. Back in elementary school, the class bully, David, was beating up my asthmatic younger brother one day. "You can't beat up my brother!" I said as I stormed in , flicked him onto the ground into a half-Nelson hold, and made him cry "Uncle." Of course, I had learned how to do this wrestling move by sparring with my brother. In actuality it was a brief instance in which the "Nemesis" becomes the "Savior. "
The fact that I had handled our school bully so easily went into the boys' collective memory. Two years later, our school district consolidated with a neighboring one. The buses would come into our local yard, bringing in the rural students from the surrounding area. The boys, as they got to know each other, asked "Who's the one to beat in your school?" Gleefully, our male contingent "Told On Me!" That was David's reputation, but I had been the one who had actually beaten him. Word got around to their reigning bully, Stanley. One icy February morning, as I was standing in the girl's line, waiting to board a bus to go to the Junior High School in their town, Stan came up behind me and shoved me down. My left knee cap ground against a rock in the ice. I began bleeding profusely. I ended up with seven stitches in my knee, and a knee cap that has acted up on occasion ever since. I was out of school for a week. A "letter of apology" came in the mail while I was recuperating. It looked as if it had been dictated forcibly to Stan, and that he had signed under duress.
Since we were in different tracks at school, I hardly ever saw him. It's also possible that he purposely avoided me. How shaming it must have been for him, not to be able to legitimately establish his "King of the Mountain" status! And, how clever the boys from my school were, to put him in that position! From the scuttlebutt I heard, the boys from both schools agreed to drop the question of who was the "Supreme Bully." They started with a clean sheet.
I can only wonder the regrets and sleeplessness the 2 former freelancers have now in the post haste of trying to swindle you. I hope they never try to fix a water pump and neglect to turn the power off……no, really.
People like that reside in the rear view mirror of our lives. Soon to be long forgotten footnotes. Who? Exactly.
They're all doing fine and I wish them good health and good sleep. But a painful lesson is learned. It is no favor to keep incompetent people on the payroll. It breeds resentment and they will plunge the dagger deep. Everyone has a place in the working world and if they're in the wrong place you need to help them find the right one.
You are a Gentleman to the core, GK. Wishing you, Mrs K and your Daughter a lovely and bountiful thanksgiving.
We're going to Connecticut for Thanksgiving, where my Crandall ancestors lived until the revolution drove them north. Our feast will be fixed by our beloved Portuguese-Parisian niece and so it will be turkey and stuffing raised to fine art. I am enjoying the anticipation.
Wishing you safe travels and your gathering sounds quite soigné! Dig it! By the bye, your new book Serenity at 70 is simply wonderful. Nearly 30 years ago I brought my Partner to see you at Town Hall for the Christmas show. He joined me in the GK Fan Club. I heard him giggling while read your book the other night. (We have all of your books; I particularly love poetry and raunchy limericks, so Hail to you, GK, for keeping that alive!). Lastly, we share in common a love of La Mirabelle and Danielle Ruperti, the singing Waitress. I bought my Better Half a sunflower painting Danielle did lo those many years ago and it resides in the guest house on our property upstate where we moved as sequester changed our lives and we left the UWS. Safe travels and I'm thrilled to have this exchange with you, an Artist and Writer I have long admired. Made my day! Thank you!
Verl Wisehart - Thanks for sharing your experience with bullies. Believe it or not, girls can have such encounters, too. Back in elementary school, the class bully, David, was beating up my asthmatic younger brother one day. "You can't beat up my brother!" I said as I stormed in , flicked him onto the ground into a half-Nelson hold, and made him cry "Uncle." Of course, I had learned how to do this wrestling move by sparring with my brother. In actuality it was a brief instance in which the "Nemesis" becomes the "Savior. "
The fact that I had handled our school bully so easily went into the boys' collective memory. Two years later, our school district consolidated with a neighboring one. The buses would come into our local yard, bringing in the rural students from the surrounding area. The boys, as they got to know each other, asked "Who's the one to beat in your school?" Gleefully, our male contingent "Told On Me!" That was David's reputation, but I had been the one who had actually beaten him. Word got around to their reigning bully, Stanley. One icy February morning, as I was standing in the girl's line, waiting to board a bus to go to the Junior High School in their town, Stan came up behind me and shoved me down. My left knee cap ground against a rock in the ice. I began bleeding profusely. I ended up with seven stitches in my knee, and a knee cap that has acted up on occasion ever since. I was out of school for a week. A "letter of apology" came in the mail while I was recuperating. It looked as if it had been dictated forcibly to Stan, and that he had signed under duress.
Since we were in different tracks at school, I hardly ever saw him. It's also possible that he purposely avoided me. How shaming it must have been for him, not to be able to legitimately establish his "King of the Mountain" status! And, how clever the boys from my school were, to put him in that position! From the scuttlebutt I heard, the boys from both schools agreed to drop the question of who was the "Supreme Bully." They started with a clean sheet.