Call me Mr. Unlucky.
No, this is not the start of a Herman Melville novel; it’s just what those who know me tend to call me. The name just fits so well. It’s not that things fall on my head or stuff like that. It’s more that things never fall into my lap, and the one time every decade they do, they fall out as quickly as they fall in. For every enjoyable gain, there is an unequal and more gruelling loss. Problem is, I may be describing life itself, rather than just my unique persona and situation.
That’s one reason I’ve begun this blog. Why I’ve chosen "Poor Richard’s Almanack" as my starting point is answered by the question, "Can luck be created?" If Franklin had the answers to success and happiness in life, let me see if they still apply. Or if some people still abide by them, while the unlucky among us somehow have gone astray. Anyway, I’ve got nothing better to do being ungainfully unemployed and living off the fumes of my past.
Call me Mr. Unlucky, but don’t call me out. I’ve got a couple of strikes left. At least until the great umpire of life changes the call on a previous swing. Just my luck….
Gary McCarty