But what could he do.  Seriously, at this point… trapped.  That’s how he felt.  Like if he leaves he loses everything and if he stays then things just stay the same financially.

Where he canvassed, in Marin County, along the main street in Larkspur, he would go in the shops not in hopes of writing new business for the telecom, but imagining that he has a shop like that.  Any one of them….

The French-themed store on the corner, coincidentally across the street from a nice French restaurant called Along The Seine or something like that.

All the owners, all of them… so passionate, so happy and free-looking.  And their websites which he would investigate when back in the office, making him want that.  Whatever it really felt like.  He could feel this, as the onlooker or visitor, but he wanted the walls, the door, the people coming in.

The peace it came with, he could only imagine.  Yes it would be trying at times, he got that, but to have your own business and the only “quota” you have is theoretical as the passion would drive it.

That was his thought anyway, right or wrong.