1986: I married a “Anishinaabe Equay” (Ojibway Woman).
This was my third wife (!) and would have another son. Counting our sons from previous matings, we were now the parents of four. Offspring five and six would be coming soon, but that's another story. I was making good money reloading toner cartridges at Re-Ink. With a little crank (I worked on percentage) I worked around the clock until I got the order out the door. Re-Ink was one of the first to get into this “New Industry”
reload-rebuild-recycle toner cartridges. These new office supply stores all sell reloads, they now like to show they are ECO friendly, as these are recycled products.
Walt had hired a crew to ink copier ribbons. I worked alone, although I had a “Packager”. The work was dropped off and picked up by truck. We had the University of Chicago! He had hired sales people and they were keeping us busy. Walt was all excited after projecting we would have a million dollar year business.
When things get good, seems something is gonna come down the road and fuck it all up, and it sure as hell did. Wife numbah 3 didn't like Walt. All she would say is “He gives me the Willies!!” Walt and his fourth wife had met at “PREACHER SCHOOL”, where after four years, Walt's class had given him the “NO VOTE” to become the next Jim and Tammy Fay Bakker- a pair of rip-off televangelists. That's how Re-Ink came about. Walt had stolen this idea from a business plan he found.
Anyhoo, Walt spent a lot of time on the road after convincing his wife that he was drummin' up new business, which we would find out shortly was a lie. One fine Sunday morning I got a call from Judy, Walt's wife. She thought she was number four, but would find out she was six or maybe seven.Judy, the daughter of a preacher man said to me: “Have you seen the front page of the Pioneer Press?” [The Pioneer Press was/is St. Paul's one and only newspaper.] I hadn't got up early enough to steal my neighbor's, so I answered “No!”By this time Judy was screaming, “There is a picture of Walt in a hot air balloon over the MN. river getting married!!”
“Hey, I thought you two were married.”
“We are!!” Julie Screamed.
I got up and stole that Sunday paper. I needed the want ads. I was in for another career change! Singh Loi!!!
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