Skim through the book “Hell’s Angels” by Hunter Thompson. There’s a chapter about midway through where he writes about the economics of being a biker/hippie circa 1970.

A biker could work for six months as a Union stevedore and be able to hit the road for two years. A part time waitress could support herself and her boyfriend.

I like to put it this way. Before Ronald Reagan was elected, ‘middle class’ was one job supporting a family of four. In those days, $1 million was a vast fortune. By the time Bush Sr. left office ‘middle class’ was two incomes keeping the house going and $1 million was what a rich guy paid for a party.

You don’t care, but think about the people who might.

A lot of Soviet generals walked away from Gorbachev over smaller insults than this.

I’m 100% absolutely positive that putting the FBI office in the biggest media market in the world, home to the New York Times, the major TV networks, and 800,000 influencers in charge of keeping this secret is a wonderful idea.

The Prisoner

The Twilight Zone

Star Trek et al.

Homicide : Life On The Street.

The Avengers [Steed and Peel]

Those are the ones I feel are objectively unsurpassed.

Here, in no particular order, are some that are not as famous but worth a view.

The Venture Brothers

Lost In Space [2018]

School Spirits

Branded [used to watch it at 5 am while preparing for work]

That’s their goal.

If people stop believing in government, private industry is the only alternative.

And if you’ve got some dream of an autonomous commune in mind, forget it. They would smash you just to keep the thugs in practice.

She had hot buns.

She wasn’t too flaky.

It was the yeast he could do.

She had a bun in the oven.

He kneaded love.

In “2010 : Odyssey 2” a American/Soviet crew is together for so long that they start using ‘Ruslish.’

Look up “Hell’s Angels” by Hunter Thompson. There’s a chapter where he discusses the economics of being a biker/hippie circa 1970.

Angels could work six months as a Union stevedore and save up enough to live on the road for two years. A part time waitress could afford to support herself and her musician boyfriend.

Before Reagan became President, ‘middle class’ was still defined as one job being able to support a family of four. By the time Bush Sr. left office, ‘middle class’ was two incomes to keep the house going. At the same time, $1 million went from being a vast personal fortune to what a rich guy paid for a party.

I signed an NDA.

A million things go into choosing a career. What’s good about this book is that it gives you a range of options based on the particular skills you already have.

A good paramedic would probably get bored doing the same routine every day, but they’d still be good at the producrt demonstrator job.

In 1960, minimum wage was $1.00/hour and the average US home was $11,000.00

…which begs the question; when is it a good time to be a midget at a urinal?

The book summarizes your skills and points to jobs that use them.

A Product Demonstrator and a Paramedic both need dexterity, good people skills and imagination.

The skills are the same, the jobs are completely different.

“Discover What You Are Best At” by Linda Gail.

I was about the same age as you are now when I found this book. It led me to a career I’d never even sonsidered before.

Woody behind the bar, his forehead knotted.

90 million people didn’t vote.

…who had to dress up like women to afford an apartment in Manhattan?

That actually got a laugh out loud.

Take these suggestions.

“Night’s Master” by Tanith Lee. Back in the time when the Earth was still flat, a demon prince used to ride the skies nightly, looking for humans to seduce and/or torment.

“Dark Voyage” by Alan Furst. In 1941 a Dutch sea captain is seconded to the British Navy. His freighter and its motley crew are going to transport spies into enemy ports, disguised as a neutral ship.

Enjoy your afternoon.

Back in 1960, the US minimum wage was $1.00/hour and the average US home was $11,000.00

In ‘Hell’s Angels’ Hunter Thompson had a chapter about the economics of being a biker/hippie/artist circa 1970. Six months of a full time Union job as a stevedore paid enough for a biker to hit the road for two years. A part time waitress could afford to support herself and her musician boyfriend.

Of course people were happy here.