Once again, John: You're right. I just reread your post prior to this one. I am waiting for some sort of cash deposit that Paypal is to make into my account and then I am supposed to confirm that with the firm. This is to take two to three business days, as I understand. I am awaiting Paypal's "verification." I can hardly wait to be verified. Though, as I have said repeatedly, I love Los Angeles more than most people can know, after spending yet another night in a homeless shelter I am more eager to return to the state of my birth, a place I have not been to since 1987. Not once have I even so much as visited Tennessee. Now I am willing to consider as home again.
Josh Steinberg: You have to know this -- that I utterly relate to your post. Though my parents have been dead lo these many years (father in 1981 and mother in 1987), I know how you felt. It was sort of how I felt when living with my sister upon arriving in Los Angeles -- for a month and three years I was dependent upon her. Yet the years that followed -- oh, how I will never forget them and how I miss them. Los Angeles was always the place where I wanted to be and to live, where I thought I would be able to say that I "ended up."
But things rarely end as one thinks they might. I am seeing that truth play out in my life now. Though discouraged by all this -- I mean, homelessness, man -- I cling to this feeling of hope that I have been receiving from all of you (notice how I've often used those words, "all of you," in my posts here?). I may be spending my nights in a homeless shelter in South Central, but I have been preparing myself for the more humid confines of Nashville, Tennessee. Somehow, it has become something to which I am looking forward. And once this Paypal thing verifies that I do indeed "own" the account to which I have given it the number, I see, somehow, a brighter future on the horizon.
I just never thought it would be back in the South. Yet, once born ...
With all the encouragement I have been receiving from the people who are Home Theater Forum, I have something like hope once again in my lexicon. Then, once I get established back in Nashville, I see a time when I can return here and discuss the topics which bring us all together. I look so forward to the dialogue, the arguments, the fun.
All that makes me concerned right now is this damn verification process that needs to occur. Question: Does Paypal make that small deposit into the Paypal account or in my checking account? Oh, and by the way, my account had been terminated by BofA on the third of March. The quickest way to get restarted was to open a new account, which is what I did.
That was a bit frustrating, because it was starting to bight into my time to return to the shelter. It was embarrassing to answer some of the BofA person's questions. At the same time, it seemed a bit impersonal. In a twinge of disgust, I asked the woman, "Do you know if there are any, you know, small banks, community banks still left?" She sort of smiled, a bit wanly, not really answering. I continued, "You know, a bank based on the needs of people who live nearby, a place where the customers get a break?" She was in complete BofA mode.
Oh well, that's another discussion (one that would need to be closely moderated, of course).
I'm tapped out for now. But one more thing, once this Paypal account is verified, I trust then that Mike Frezon will go ahead and make my e-mail address known to those who have so generously offered a helping hand. Mike, you may do so publicly in this thread if you wish. And why should I mind that? You are all my friends.
Yours for as long as I live and breathe,