After graduating as a Chemical Engineer in the early 1970’s, I went to work for a mining company in a single industry town with the lyrical name of Flin Flon. One of the people I met was the manager and later owner of the town’s men’s wear store, a man we will call Cam. Cam was about my age, a little older, and was a natural salesman…gregarious, charming, and made friends easily. Our circles did not overlap much but he always greeted me as a long lost friend whenever we met.
We both married and began families in Flin Flon and when I left twenty years later, Cam was doing fine by every measure of secular success. Owner and chief proprietor of his successful store with a happy family life enjoying his life in the beautiful, albeit somewhat remote, northern Canadian mining town.
I have ‘serial dreams’ at times that…
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