The sad man almost sounded relieved that neither museums nor churches offered any incentive or inspiration for him to find his lost thought. He filled his chest with a breath of the forest air and continued his story with a renewed sense of purose.


“I was very disappointed in everything and returned to my origins; the cabin.”

“The pretty blonde girl still lived nearby. She had put on a few pounds and was ruddy faced. I said hello to her a few times but she simply nodded and gathered her three children at her feet.”

“The librarian and school teacher both heard that I was living in the cabin. They watched every day to see if I would show up at the farmers’ market.”

“I had earned money by giving lectures on street corners in the large cities that I had visited. People liked to listen to me and comment on my straw hat, denim coveralls and bare feet. I was some type of attraction to them. I was never disappointed in the amount of money that they would put in my straw hat when I passed it around.” 

“I had brought home a good supply of money but did not need to visit the market. I lived off the land and returned to a nearly sane condition.”

“One day, quite unexpectedly, the school teacher dropped by. She had a surprise for me. She told me that she and the librarian had put together a letter. The letter depicted my ability to easily learn new subjects. That was not a lie. I was quick at learning.”

“She had sent the letter to the state university and I had been invited to attend an orientation and financial assistance session. I went, I filled out the papers and I was accepted!”

“What a great moment for me. I had planned to re-familiarize myself with the way of the woods and streams but here I was going to college.”

“It was a bittersweet summer. I enjoyed the required remedial reading and math. It was almost as much fun as fishing and picking ginseng.”

The sad man, indeed, had found a new beginning. But his body language told me that he was not quite through with his story.


About Waldo "Wally" Tomosky

I am proud of my work life (not the jobs, just the work).  Bait monger  Lawn mower  Paper boy  Windshield cleaner in a drive-in theater (if you don't know what a drive-in theater is there is no sense in you reading any farther)  Snack shack janitor in a drive in theater (ditto for drive-in theater)  Milling machine clean-up boy in a tool and die shop  Plastic injection press operator  Centurion in the US Army  Factory hand  Apprentice boy  Tool and die maker  Software user manual writer  Computer programmer  Ex-patriate par excellence  Engineering manager  Software test manager  Retiree  University administrator  System analyst  Retiree (2nd try)  Licensed amateur paleontologist  Retiree (3rd try)  Shovel bum (archaeology)  Retiree (4th try)  Delivery driver  Retiree (5th try)  Graduate student (skipped AA and BA due to the level of difficulty)  Retiree (finally got the drift of it) I have been writing for fourteen years and have fifteen books on Amazon/Kindle. Some horror, some twisted, some experimental, some essay and a few historical. I think that now I will really, really, really retire and just write. Lets see if I can do retirement correctly this time!
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One Response to THE MAN WHO LOST A THOUGHT: Starting Over (Post XI)

  1. Reblogged this on waldotomosky and commented:

    Episode Eleven

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