After it was pointed out to me several times this past week that I live in a nice area, I was reminded of searching for donuts a few weeks ago. I found a Dunkin’ Donuts about twenty minutes from here that is on a direct path to Denver. Nothing about the area was nice, and the store itself looked old and dirty, and one of the front doors is closed with a chair in front of it and a sign telling you not to use that door.
I mention that because despite of how unattractive the area was, I still saw people with their laptops sitting in some booths there. It reminded me of myself about 15-25 years ago. I occasionally worked in some areas that weren’t pleasant, and I’d take my laptop and/or paperwork and sit in places like that and do my work.
Hopefully one of the morals of this story is that if you work hard, you can get out of situations like that and eventually move to nicer areas. I’m sure there are other morals to be had, but that’s what I have in mind by sharing this story.