No, and right now I'm hoping not to for a good while. I'm supposed to be getting a call this month to chat about a killer job. It's a back door deal brokered by a friend that works there. Would be the job of my dreams and would allow me to bring my wife here when her daughter graduates, and put her through a culinary school. My buddy's been there
6 years and is the junior, most have been there 15-26 years. It's the sort of place I could work until ready to retire. Yeah, there's still a few places like that in this country. I consider myself fortunate to live within commuting distance to one and have a friend on the inside.Wish I was there now though, my stepson is bowling in the Bradman Letter cricket match as I'm writing this. He's the most outstanding bowler in the region, but Coota is a small town and hard pressed to put a good team together in 16 and under. This match is played between Cootamundra where Don Bradman was born, and Bowral where he grew up. In 30 years, Coota's only won 4 times. David's a wicked fast bowler. I've faced him bowling just tennis balls and have zero chance of hitting one. (well, doesn't help that I swing the cricket bat like a Louisville Slugger, lol...) I'll have to wait a few hours for them to ring me back with the results...
Jon