Like a mailman with a PhD, there are odd fits in the job market. When the economy tanked in 2009 and 2010, I was working a night job in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Driving through at Wendy’s, I made conversation with a laid-off doctor working the window. He said he was doing what he could for his family. Evidently.
Growing up poor and oft evicted until finishing high school, my red-haired mother, nickname…
