One of the proudest things I did as a reporter was a series of Youtube videos called: Interviews with Immigrants.

During these interviews I sat down with a person born in another country and talked to them about their life, their coming to America etc.

One of those interviews was with Hanna From Iraq: At the time she agreed to an audio only interview: You can listen to it here:

It’s been seven years since I conducted this interview Hanna was 23 and we worked together at my former company. She moved on a while ago although we became friendly and she picked up a love of things American including pinball:

Yup that’s Pintastic 2019 back in Sturbridge on the last day as they are taking the last machines out.

Well every year I take some friends out for a Woosox game as a Christmas present so that we can enjoy not only baseball but some time together which is the real gift and Hanna was invited. It was also her graduation day from college so she attended in her cap and gown. After the game she wanted to take some pictures from center field and it hit me that it would be a pretty good sequel to our initial interview to talk to her about her journey to this point. So I pulled out my camera and here we are: Hanna from Iraq seven years later:

When Marco Rubio talked about what America is, this is what he was talking about.

The full interviews with immigrants playlist is here:

“She’s definitely on our side, I have no doubt” insisted Lebeau.

“Blimey 30 years later still singing the same tune” quipped Newkirk.

“Her house arrest could be staged”, noted Carter, and a brisk debate began.

“Wheather Marya is with us or not isn’t the issue, at least not yet”, said the intelligence agent, “The issue is how can we get her to West Germany without suspicion?”

“A Trial!” said Hogan with a gleem in her eye.

“A Trial sir?

“Yes Thomas A war crimes trial, to bring to justice that infamous Barbarian, Col Wilhelm Klink!”

Previously: A Reunion Interrupted, The Accused

Until I get hired and have no time for it I’ll be throwing up a random photo of something I saw and liked each week here:

The Buds are on the grape vines and blueberry bushes

As a general rule there is no good time to be unemployed, however just as my last day became in stone my wife’s Asthma which had been pretty much under control flared up something horrible to the point where she ended up unable to function without multiple nebulizer treatments and a bunch of new perscriptions.

She ended up home sick for a week and it turned out I was very available to help her and keep an eye on things.

If you’re going to lose a job that’s the time to do so.


Last week I had three job interviews and a job fair. This week coming I have a 2nd interview at the job I want the most, and two other jobs that I can move to the “next step” on. I have also not double check availability on a third position that a friend clued me into.

To say that this is a huge contrast to the 13 months with only a single job interview during the Obama years is the understatement of the year.

Apparently it’s a buyers market for Job seekers, even in Massachusetts.


How good is the market? I went to one interview last week for a national company that has local warehouses. The job itself seemed pretty straightforward although requiring a bit of physical labor and the pay is very good it unfortunately is a 12 hour shift FIVE days a week.

If I was turning 43 on Monday instead of 63 I think I would have jumped at it as that would have pretty much doubled my pay and put all my debts in order in no time. It’s the type of job a young guy who wants to buy a house should rush to grab. Being an honest bloke I told the interviewer that I don’t know if at 63 I’m physically capable of a 5 day 12 hour shift that ends at 5:30 AM anymore, but if I found nothing else I’d certainly consider and would like to be kept in mind on that basis.

We shook hands and I headed to the exit and out the door into a pouring rain, when I was half way to the car he literally came running out into the rain calling me back. I presumed I had forgotten something but instead he mentioned that there is an opening on that shift for a supervisor and that while I might not be physically able to do 5 days 60 hours of serious labor I might be able to do those hours as a supervisor. He urged me to apply for that position.

That’s one hell of a boost to the ego when it comes to self worth, but it also illustrates the difference in the job market when a 63 year old guy gets chased into a rainstorm to be asked to apply for a job.


This week I’ve had a lot of time to be with DaWife, cook for DaWife and go out to eat with DaWife but due to the weather have not had time to walk and it goes without saying that the physical aspects of my previous employment are not taking place.

I found myself dreading weighing myself as I suspected I had put a bunch weight back on. I had gone into my final day down needed 2.2 pounds to complete my diet (down 51.1 out of the 53.3 goal). Today I weighed myself fully expecting to be outside of the five pound window and having to go hard, but instead found myself 3.8 pounds from completing my died (down 49.5) which is basically in the 2 pound range that I’ve been for a couple of week as those final pounds to officially end my diet just won’t go.

It was a pleasant surprise but I have to make sure I don’t get comfortable with it. That’s the danger.


Speaking of danger there has been one thing apparent over this week.

I’ve done the math & figured out that if I we work to age 70 both my wife and I can retire off of social security alone & cover all our regular bills and still go out several times a week without an issue while reserving all we’ve saved for retirement for special things, maybe a day trip or two, perhaps some season tickets to the woo-sox, maybe another quilting trip etc etc etc.

As I’ve mentioned before I’m the son of depression era parents with a father who served in World War Two and the grandchildren of a bunch of folks who were born in Sicily in the 1800’s with very little to their name who came here 120 years ago for a better future. I find a life spending the day with my wife at home, cooking for her, maybe hitting daily mass, punctuated by a few dinners or breakfasts out & shooting the breeze with strangers at a lunch or dinner counter while reading a book to be a pretty nice life.

I don’t need big flashy trips, expensive stuff or anything else much. I know enough about history to understand that a nice quiet life with a few comforts is all a person really needs.

Alas this week I’ve had a preview of that life and I REALLY like it, however I can’t have this life until I work another seven years to get it, so it’s no time to be lazy about finding work, however comfortable this time living off a severance package and unused vacation time seems.

It’s a trap & I have to make sure I don’t fall for it.