Friday, I closed the door to my art studio at The Boeing Company in Seattle...and exited "STAGE LEFT" into retirement....
How strange to sleep in this morning...until 8:30 be be awoken by the Gig Harbor Garbage crews...bangin-n' clangin' (They had such a great rhytm going...I almost felt like grabbin' the ol' Callet..to join in with an impromto jam session....
Just to think...NO MORE 4:00 A.M alarm clocks...
NO MORE ...COMMUTES FROM HELL....
NO MORE DROP-DEAD ART PROJECTS
NO MORE EXTRA $$$ OVERTIME PAY...
In a Randy Brecker song: "MY MONKEY, AIN'T GOT NO TIN-CUP!
however I am still soooooo lucky, I got out of that place...alive...and now me, my trumpet and my little Wheaten Terrier can hang out in front of the local Starbucks pubs...play for food and drink...or PROMISE NOT TO PLAY FOR FOOD AND DRINK....
THIS, HOWEVER COMES WITH A POSSIBLE DOWNSIDE: My new CFO-CEO "Saint Carol, my wife...and Mr. Greenspan...are horrific TASK-MISSEES'-N'-MASTA'S...n'allthat jazz.