Thursday, February 4, 2016
Once upon a time, I worked at the local air base. I was a janitor by day, and an artist/jeweler by night. In reality, I worked 2nd shift, so technically I was artist by day and janitor at night. I had my nights and days mixed up. This was before cell phones with cameras, and debit cards. It was an awful way to live. For instance, I would get my paycheck on Friday about 1 am, and could not cash it unless I used my sleep time to make the 9-5 world. Occasionally, someone else who worked at the air base would want to show me their jewelry. My favorite was a man who worked in a cubical and showed me a silver ball on a chain around his neck. He took it off, snapped the clasps, and it unfolded into the palm of his hand in the form of a cross, with each segment pyramids.