I got to thinking after my last entry, about my own legacy and life and the business I started and all that. Been wanting to talk about that for a while, but wasn't sure exactly how to. But I'm done waiting for the words to form in my mind like magic or some other malarkey, so here goes. In '63, after meeting my wife Julia, we opened a clothing shop. She created whatever the residents of Walker Creek needed, and I did the whole business side of things. We stocked clothes from out of town but that wasn't where we really found success though. It was the custom orders for Julia that brought in the most, gave us a reputation. If someone needed an alteration, wanted a custom piece, anything at all, they'd know to call Julia. She made the most amazing dresses, or sweaters, or hats, or anything else. She always did it with a smile, even if the request was ridiculous. For example, the mayor at the time, Tom Sorkan I think, came in, around '76 or '77 I believe. He demanded different alterations on a "Mayoral Hat" for 4 months until he was finally satisfied, but she never minded. And it made her damn happy when she saw him wear that hat in every speech until he got voted out. People turned against him, guess they don't appreciate embezzlement by their political leaders, fancy that. I'm getting distracted though. All in all, it was a beautiful life. Small shop on main street, standalone building with a wood interior, a real cozy kind of place. I loved that shop. It was my pride and joy. Didn't matter in the end though. When she died, I quietly packed it up and left without a second thought. Couldn't stand another second in there. Or the town. I owned the land so I guess the shop's probably still there. Hopefully the folks around there don't mind it sitting there. I mean everything on main street was half falling apart anyway when I left so I doubt they do. I'm just sad thinking about it all now though, so I'll leave off here.
- Trevor
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