In 1968 my father received an unsolicited Mastercard in the mail. Watching my father open the mail was a daily occcasion. We all, the six of us and my mother stood around waiting while the king of the castle looked through the mail first. We stood by hoping there might be a missive for one of us.

He was a self employed man of uncertain means. The mail was an enemy to him.

On this particular day I remember clearly the Master Card logo so shiny and new on it's plastic card. A novelty. I hadn't seen such a thing before. My father roared, "Goddamn it!!! This will be the ruin of us all!"

I forget a lot of things. I never forget him angrily shredding that card and throwing it away.

 

Maine- The way life should be.