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I grew up in the 1960's and 1970's a time that people still believed in the American Dream, where you gave an Honest days work and you got an Honest days pay for it. You bought things like a house, vehicle, with what you earned. You found a young woman and you got married had 2.3 kids, a dog. You get the picture! I had been raised by my parents to believe that way! I never went to college. I got a job about 4 months after graduation from high school. I was able to secure a job about 3 towns over that would of put it at about 45 or 50 miles from wherel l was raised. Not far from home. Taggart was the name of the town I moved to, not a big town. Had 2265 people compare that to the town of Safe Haven where I came from at whopping 878 people. Taggart had a lumber mill. My job was making Particle Board. I put sawdust and small chuncks of wood in a press. Glue was added then every thing was pressed together it was heated so the glue would dry and 8 hours later the form was opened and you had a 6 foot by 3 foot Board that was stacked and moved to cure in huge stacks for liked a month then shipped out to everywhere in the USA. Now like I said I bought a house, got me the pickup of my dreams. I was looking for Mrs. Right, to have that 2.3 kids with. Things were great, life was good. I had been out of school for 10 years I was now 28 years old still not married. One day I showed up to work 7am went to go inside. The gate to the Sawmill was closed, still locked. Sam must be late. We all agreed we waited, and waited! Where the hell was Sam? A car pulled up and it was a nice Cadi Deville, silver in color. A guy got out he was in a nice suit. "You can all go home the plants closed!" "Closed?" We all asked? "Were going automated, machines that can do the work of 6 of you, if you know anything about computers." Computers? I've never seen a computer, for real. They were huge monstrosity that I had seen on TV that you stuck little cards with holes in them and they did what the little card with holes told them what to do. I was without a job. I was given a severance package. Two months pay. I was able to sell my house at a loss. I at least owned my pickup truck. Mom talked me into moving back to Safe Haven. I felt a complete failure. I was 28 years old no job. No house of my own. The girls my age in Safe Haven were all married, they were having their 2.3 children. To say I was depressed, I guess thats what they would call it. Depression! I lost interest in life. Oh I never felt like offing myself I was never suicidal. Just depressed. My neighbors house sold. Mrs. McKenna had passed on heck I thought she was old when I was a kid! Truthfully she was almost a 100 when she died. 98 years old. Anyway their was a lady about mom's age that moved in she had I assumed a daughter about 3 or 4 years younger than I was! Cute as hell! Huge knockers! I wanted to get to know the daughter better. But in my position I was poor, I couldn't even take her to the local cafe. I was getting about $150 a week unemployment that payed my insurance and got me gas for my truck. I could go work as farmer somewhere in town for about the same amount. Farming wasn't my cup of tea. Dad had killed himself, working his butt off from sunrise to sunset, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Not my idea of fun! I was just existing, I was putting in applications everywhere! Nobody would hire me. I was overly qualified or not enough experience. Story of my life. Mom came to me one day and said that "Mrs. Perkins wanted to talk to me." "Who is Mrs. Perkins?" I asked? "Our new neighbor!" My mother said. Oh the lady with the daughter, with the huge knockers I thought to myself, very beautiful daughter! "What do they want, a handyman, chauffeur, butler what?" Thinking what I had to offer them. "Babysitter" my mom said.