yellow velvet cape hanging in folds from his shoulder, the rapier at his side. The
bugle in his hand held against his right thigh. The folds in his soft boots
against his legs it was agnificent,But best of all, his fierce look of disdain as he
looked at me.His thin lips under a thick moustache, curled in contempt.
Oh, D’artagnon my hero, I know now how dashing Dumas’ `Three
Musketeers’” really looked. I loved it. I bought it. It was expensive,
but it was mine! But that’s not all. The painting contained the name `F.
Roybet. I investigated F. Roybet and found him to be a well known artist.
circa: 1840-1920. I own a masterpiece from an old master!
Now, I’m rich! I can buy anything, and I have my financier Roybet
to pay my way. To pay homage to my benefactor, I bought two
rapiers and hung them crossed blades over my beautiful cavalier.
We decided tha to save expenses we would givr up the
apartment and bentuy a larger house in Hampton Bays and live
there permanently. Now with the rent money from the apartment
along with thre rent the small house,, and dividends from my stocks.
But most of all my stern faced cavalier gave me piece of mind.
I now became an average American. Two cars,two
homes, with all the furnishings that go with them…and two
mortgages. No matter, I have my painting to bail me out.
However, surprise! surprise! My two houses went up in value.
Yet still thinking of ‘what if?’, because our ten year contract with the
government was cancelled.. My employer was forced to cut back on personnel.
So weimmediately sold the small house a larg profit, just incase I was one
Of them. There is nothing like having money in in financial stress. .
Every Friday, good competent design engineers were let go. It was a
constant parade of my friends shaking hands with smiles on their faces
and tears in their eyes. I would go to work on Friday mornings with wrapping
paper and string to wrap my books and possessions, if it was my turn to be
let go. And every morning I would think of how glad I was to have money.
Fortunately my turn never came.
The devastation ended at the count of forty. Only seven of us
remained, to be the nucleus of the new supervising group, in the
next upswing. My cavalier and rapiers can remain on the wall a
little longer. So far, did my necessary gambling pay off? Not yet.
After afew yearsBecause of mismanagement, and the exportof
engineering jobs, my firm was forced into bankruptcy..
Now I was forced to obtain another job. At the time of my
leaving I was fifty-five, fully vested and eligible for a pension
at age sixty-five. My new firm paid a higher salary and a higher position. Now
my painting hung firmly on the wall.
We still lived frugally, investing spare money… when we
had it, in dividend paying blue chip stocks.
Somehow during the course of events we suddenly realized that
he Hampton house would be too small when we retired. So we began
talking theoretically of course, of buying a larger house, and
renting the smaller one, to offset the cost of the new mortgage.
The firm that I was working for at the time was engaged in
building nuclear, and fossil fuel electric utility plants.
My job was reasonably secure so our theoretical plan became
a reality. Our retirement house was large, well built, and …
expensive. So, all our savings went into the down payment.
Once again I began to look into the cold eyes of my cavalier
for comfort,and reassurance
My son having to go to college coincided with my last mortage payment.
Lucky me, I had more money to invest in a nicer, newer, retirement home. Here