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This DISCLAIMER pertains to all stories in the A 60-YEAR-OLD-MAN WALKING section of this website. Regardless of whether the story is prefaced with "Fiction" or "Non-Fiction."
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. |
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How do you turn the loss of a 15-year career into something positive in the face of daunting uncertainty?
What do you do next? How do you survive; feed yourself, your loved ones, keep a roof over your head? I mentioned I turned 60—not the optimum time to be starting a new gig. Fortunately, I’m a writer, a storyteller—so, I decided to tell a story. Over the years, I GOT FAT. With the depression of job loss staring at me steely-eyed, my friend Jay (also laid off) and I, decided to start moving. At first, it was painful. Every day we picked a direction and started going. Our directionless daily agenda needed something. |
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Harper had been guaranteed on several occasions to never be in jeopardy of being on the outside looking in. But now, H is. The clock is ticking, and the claws of depression have started to scratch at Harper’s door.
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