He told me the appointment was to ascertain whether there were anyunderlying mental causes to my 'problem'.He asked many questions and wanted to know ...y complete back ground,going back to when I was a child.He asked me about depression and I said I had always been depressed andunhappy, but had managed to somehow manage an effective life, probablyby suppressing my feminine side, but when my wife became disabled thefeeling of being trapped led to extreme depression, which took the formof. The gala re-opening day was a fantastic success. We were all up early on Saturday and after teas and coffees we went straight down to the centre. The staff had all been asked to come in for seven-thirty as we were opening for business at eight and Maggie had arranged for Grace to provide breakfast for everyone in the restaurant before we started work. When we opened the gates at eight o’clock there was already a queue of cars waiting to be let into the car park and quite a crowd of pedestrian. " Feeling better now?" I said."Yes Sir." Hey, Kid," one of the sadistic unshaven men who had just strolled up said."Whatcha got in that black case?" My Guitar, Sir," Jimmy said."Well, get it out here. Let's see it," he said.Jimmy unbuckled the latch and pulled it out of its black case. One look and we could all see the guitar had been very well taken care of; in fact, it looked much better than it's Owner. By the way the young boy looked at it, it was plain to see that guitar was his special. No one said anything to me that I was being coddled or the boss's favorite, nothing. After breakfast I drove out to the rig and relieved the last crew. This day was no different than yesterday. My muscles loosened up fast and I worked my ass off. After being relieved, I headed back to my apartment. Essie wasn't there, but Madison had left a note saying, "You are invited back to the owner's table for dinner. See ya there at 6:30". I showered, shaved and put on a fresh pair of jeans and a western.