The job I’ve had for the better part of nine years has ended. Well, almost. There are a few loose ends to tie up, but I no longer keep regular office hours and my company inbox goes hours without an email. It will be turned off completely next week.
I worked only part-time, but I was always aware that Fred Flare occupied more hours in my mind than my paycheck covered. I’m a great sleeper, but sometimes I’d waken in the middle of the night to solve some problem. Like the time a super-aggressive NY State employee thought we owed half a million dollars in taxes. Or the time we were sued by Hershey. In both cases, we won and I eventually returned to sleeping all night.
Still I often find myself thinking about Fred Flare and its owners, who happen to be my son, Keith, and his partner, Chris. Perhaps that’s why they have such a hold on my mental life. We are family.
I hope in the coming weeks that Fred Flare itself will depart, but that my contact with Keith and Chris will take on a different, really wonderful, dimension.
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