Personal Narrative: Renaldo's Life

the above grade cuisine it served. Hamburgers, fries and bar food were standard at other venues. Café Oz was a place for fine dining as well as to hear great music. After the economic boom of the 80’s and 90’s petered out, the recessive downturn and corresponding rent increase caused the club to shut down. Many of the musicians who had become friends with Renaldo over the years were stiffed out of their payments over the last months when the place was slipping away. All this had a deep and lasting effect on his mood and his relationship with his wife. “If I had money to buy the building,” he would lament, “I would not be at the mercy of other people.” It took months for him to find employment.Through business connections he became the

Using the media tool he found a rescue mission in Yorkville that dealt with animals of pedigree or similar stock. A long eared jaunty pooch immediately caught Simone’s attention. I believe she saw the longing and need for attachment in my sad, yet, anticipating eyes. I, in turn, felt a kindness and gentility in her warm and generous smile. When she reached out to pet me, her sensuous touch assured me of her good heart. Simone turned to Renaldo and said, “This is the one.” They brought me to their home and Simone named me Mimi. From that moment on she was my

However, when you get comfortable with arguing in a relationship it is easy to argue about anything. This form of communication was becoming normal. Profit potential was paramount in Renaldo’s thinking and he sought to rent the place yearly or by season. I resented that. He was comfortable financially. If he spent more time here with my mistress, the marriage might have a better chance of surviving. All he could do was bemoan his penury. I found that laughable. Money concerns invariably won out over sentiment. For years Renaldo had sought the sale of the family property. Since its acquisition, the market value had risen millions of dollars. Against all his attempts he could not convince his siblings to part with their treasure. For them, the gold was in the years of happy memories growing up there. Renaldo was depending on his share as his retirement income. Not being able to get that nest egg frustrated him. Exhaustion and poor health were by products of long hours on his feet at Emilio’s Tavern. He wanted out. His departure could not be realized however, without his inheritance in hand. The inability to resolve this matter offered more stress and instability to his home