The Old Soldier is about to make an embarrassing confession. The thought of going three more weeks with no money was too much for me to take. I get depressed when my only source of entertainment is walking through the neighborhood. I mean what can you do with no money? So, I asked my mother for money. I’m 64 and she is 92 and I asked her for some money. She has sent me money before. Lots of times. What a disappointment I must be to her, an unmarried man with no children with literary pretensions who is over educated living in poverty.
But she still loves me. She is financially secure. She lives with my 70-year-old sister and her 80-year-old husband who are quite well off. Mom gets a very nice income from social security and the pensions of my father.
I hate asking her for money. She says she has left me a nice sum of money in her will. Well, the Old Soldier now has some money to hold him over until he gets his next social security and pension checks.
How’s that for a look behind the scenes of a writer?