For a working man who respected his experiences and intended to move up the ladder by merit and cooperation with his fellows, it was a solid plan from a time that went gone through no fault of his own.
Turning to what was available to do he did carpentry in a town that paid better than the town he’d used for those prosaic safety net requirements.
The plan was solid.
The town was just big enough so that what he could afford required more danger than he wanted to commit to.
He stayed in a 140 a week motel room for a couple of months feeling that homelessness and vulnerability that doesn’t make for great cheer.
The plan was carpentry and what he like and was good at. That was TV and Film production as a Grip or Gaffer. He was NYC style instead of the cute California style that had been imported.
In the dream it ended on train tracks while he was interviewed by some special effects puffed up sort that didn’t like him or his references.
Train tracks.
Locomotive wheels.
The guy liked the woman who was playing brakeman reading the lights. 4 lights and she was supposed to pull the brake.
She was all right. Just another person looking for a job.
The past had wrecked him and the dream was wrecked.
He fell. He had fallen and been broken up good soes he could only come back to the Workmans Comp job covered.
It would have been all right if he had been able to be the carpenter and the gaffer for the money would have been together with both jobs, good.
As it was he was just a carpenter, and not that good at that, and time went by and the new town was never really that advanced, and he’d given jobs away from the sick bed.
The favors were not repaid.
He got old.
The nightmare and the reality became the same sad picture.