At 66, I needed work. My husband’s pension died with him, and the bills didn’t care. So I walked into the cannery where l’d run the line for twenty-eight years and asked for my old job back. The new manager, maybe thirty, barely looked up. “We need people with more stamina. It’s fast in here now.” He slid my application into a drawer. I drove home with $11 in my purse and cried in the driveway…
Well, I reckon most people would say I am a woman who pays attention. You have to, when you live in a town like ours outside Amarillo where the dust …
At 66, I needed work. My husband’s pension died with him, and the bills didn’t care. So I walked into the cannery where l’d run the line for twenty-eight years and asked for my old job back. The new manager, maybe thirty, barely looked up. “We need people with more stamina. It’s fast in here now.” He slid my application into a drawer. I drove home with $11 in my purse and cried in the driveway… Read More