Subjective Wealth & Success

One of the first things I did when I moved back home was to visit my dad’s old friend, Mr. Roy Williams. Ever since I could remember, Mr. Roy stood behind the bar at his small saloon drinking and serving beer and soft drinks to anyone who was buying. On the speakers of an aged radio was the constant drawl of old country music and on the walls, paint from decades past peeled away in curling flakes. Going into Roy’s bar was like a time capsule. In the 16 years I had been away, nothing had changed. The leak above … Continue reading Subjective Wealth & Success