Curmudgetante Podcast

For several years, I lived on a compound. Not in a cult on a compound—just a compound.

What price freedom? Whatever it was. Worth it!

Go to dinner? A movie? How about flying up to Portland for the day for a little eating, drinking, and sales tax-free shopping?

Through a series of escalating incidents, my marriage to the girl starts to unravel at a prodigious rate.

The disparity between accountability and pay from the hotel-casino and the airline was shocking.

Against all odds, I’ve serendipitously networked my way into full time employment as a payroll clerk at a hotel-casino in Reno, Nevada.

I have no real plan. No job lined up. And no idea what difference moving half way across the country will really mean for me.

In episode 25, it’s 1978, I’m in junior high school trying to navigate and find my place in young adulthood, while identifying my tribe. In Episode 26, we rewind to middle school, where puberty is kicking in hard, and instead of helpful advice, I get a Zeno-level example of Stoicism from my father.

Today, we jump around a bit in the timeline.

No one is ever at their best after they’ve been arrested.