All that changed in 2001 when I was squeezed out of that job during a company transition to second generation children. Overnight, the new CEO and COO determined I was too traditional and old school for the vision they had for the company going forward even though I had served their father profitably for a decade. In quick succession I lost the house, the cars and a wife of 20 years because I could no longer ‘support her in the manner to which she had become accustomed.’ Yes, said those very words in the divorce papers which were incidentally served on the date of our 20th anniversary. Thank God and Greyhound she’s gone.
What followed was what my teenage daughter who opted to live with me dubbed the Baloney Years. It was an apt description as I re-invented myself from a shiny shoe wearing cubicle slave to a self-employed man.
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