It seems like only yesterday that I started my first job after graduating from college. I bounced around quite a bit in the 70’s and early 80’s until I decided to hunker down and deal with the noise and nonsense that’s part of every job.
In just a few days, I will be officially retiring after 25+ years of being held hostage by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. That’s right, my fellow Keystone Staters; I am a soon-to-be-liberated insider, and I have stories to tell.
The current crew in command of the Rachel Carson Building are completely devoid of ethics and morals and, in less than a week, they will not be able to touch me. After dealing with the crap I’ve seen and documented many times over long before this post, I’ve got an axe to grind that Paul Bunyan and Babe would find impossible to hoist. I intend to hone that blade so fracking thin that people will bleed just by looking at it.
You want to know what’s really going down in Harrisburg behind closed doors? Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait a little as I’m taking a few weeks off and heading north to parts unknown to decompress and rid my body and soul of the permeating stench that I’ve had to deal with since the last changing of the guard in Harrisburg - not that the one before was any more reputable.
I’ve long dreamed this day would finally arrive, and I found solace from the turmoil in many places along the way.
This was one of my favorites.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.