More from this authorWhen one door closes, sometimes you have to knock a hole in the wall to get somewhere else.
THE BLOG OF RICK(Note: I was originally going to call this post “When One Door Closes, Sometimes You’re Just Trapped and Then You Die a Slow, Miserable Death” but I thought it might sound a little negative.) If it was just me, I’d have no problem living in a cardboard box underneath some highway overpass, smugly deriding the slow procession of nine-to-five drudges in their desperate commutes to serve their corporate lords, but I just can’t do it. I have people who depend on me. I am responsible for the financial security of a family of six which includes four school-age daughters, two of them teenagers who have grown accustomed to such modern conveniences as unlimited text messaging and indoor plumbing. So, at an age when many of my contemporaries are frolicking in the sweet dawn of their retirement years, I find myself once again pounding the virtual pavement of the information superhighway, in search of any individual or business entity who will give me money in exchange for my cre
