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by Ed Joseph » Sat Aug 24, 2019 12:43 pm
Well, in all humility, my wife and I are disabled. That *is* poverty. Sad, we paid in for decades and we make less together per month than I made in a week before the body broke down. We have lost all of our DHS benefits this year, including medicaid, along with just about everyone else I know in MI who is disabled. I swear they are trying to eradicate us! My problem is that evidently I was born 10 years too late, and by the time I was old enough for a career, the economy was starting to tank and "careers" were changing to the service and office sector.
I did radio for 20+ years, left when I saw the carnage from TCA1996 starting, and did ten years slaving for the Big 3. That's when the body started failing. I *so* wish that wasn't the case and that I could work somewhere doing something I enjoy, but about all I know is radio. I would do "all-night DJ" in a heartbeat but the opportunities are nil. I don't care to "make the majors" or "climb the corporate ladder" at this stage in life. I've never done the "cubicle life" and have no desire to do that either. I'd even consider non-taxing factory work like I did in the 90's, but I cannot tolerate wearing shoes for more than about 30 minutes tops. I even do yard work barefoot, and even thus, I still have to get off my feet after about 15 minutes because of the neuropathy. It really sucks. Several of my classmates have been dead years from diabetic complications, and frankly, it scares the hell out of me!
So, I don't really have a choice but buy used now since I certainly don't have hundreds to spend on a radio. If something needs some repair I can handle that and know that I revived a piece of history and kept it from landing in a dump somewhere. This actually applies to most aspects of life now. There is a part of me that really envies those who have escaped to an "off the grid" lifestyle, but I realize that I just don't have the strength to do that myself. Many don't realize that until they've made the dive and end up in a living hell.
I confirm all my information through a high, white whore's souse!