Posted on 11/25/2005 10:42:22 AM PST by Congressman Billybob
My wife, Kemberly, has left. That’s ordinary enough. It happens a few million times a year, assuming that half of all American divorces are the wife’s idea. But this is about the why, not the what, of that decision.
The why is unique, and extraordinary. If I were she, and she were I, I would do the same thing. (Work on it. That sentence is grammatically correct.)
My wife has been offered the job of Head Chef of a new restaurant out of town, to be built and run to her specifications. To that you say, well, some commuter marriages work. Not this time. The restaurant is a few miles outside Pago Pago in American Samoa. And that is 8,000 miles from my home in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Our situation raises an interesting philosophical question. Would you, should you, leave your husband/wife if the chance of a lifetime – the chance of several lifetimes – came along?
Here’s our story. The Internet recounted its beginning, so it’s appropriate it should recount its end. We began with serendipity, a Newsweek recommendation of my column that brought me together with a lady from Indiana who read it. We end with serendipity, also.
Anyone with skills as a chef, and manager, and caterer, would jump at the opportunity to run a brand-new, four-star restaurant, if such an opening came to his/her attention. A fair number of you are closet chefs. You watch the Food Network. You think maybe you could chuck your humdrum day job and build a satisfying future with a special food product, or a brand-new restaurant. You know who you are. I saw you smile.
But opportunities like that aren’t advertised in the paper. Like much else which appears in the newspapers, things aren’t what they claim. You can rest assured that a help wanted ad that says it offers the “Opportunity of a Lifetime,” doesn’t.
Here’s the story behind this story. Back in June, Kem made a business trip to American Samoa. The population is about 67,000, but of those the ones who come from mainland US or other nations are a smaller group and everyone knows everybody. When anyone new shows up, the residents get to know him/her promptly. It’s the equivalent of waiting for the stage in the American West a century ago.
Anyway, it turns out that a group of businessmen were interested in creating a new, four-star restaurant near Pago Pago. They knew what they wanted, but not who would do it. Enter a talented woman from North Carolina. Everybody invites each other in that group home for dinner. (There ain’t a lot of nighttime entertainment in Samoa.)
So, the folks on the island found out that Kem is a fine cook. They also found out that she knows her way around commercial equipment and management for kitchens, and multiple styles of cooking from many nations. To make a long story short, she had an opportunity to become Head Chef, and partner, with full creative control.
She looked at three possible locations for the restaurant, two for new construction and one a mansion with wrap-around porches overlooking the Pacific. Think of the architecture and environment described in Somerset Maugham’s famous short story, “Rain.” He was living on Samoa when he wrote that.
Kem has not described to me how long it took her to consider this offer that came out of the blue. Maybe she didn’t want to hurt my feelings worse by telling me that her delay was measured in nanoseconds rather than days or weeks. In any event, she returned to North Carolina, and immediately told me the good news (or bad news, depending on your viewpoint).
I understood right away how incredible this opportunity was for her, and why she wanted to accept it. So, instead of getting hysterical, I’ve worked with her on such details as getting a long-term, no-cut contract, and possible copyright issues with the name of the restaurant. So there you have it; probably the most extraordinary reason for the end of a marriage that you’ve ever heard.
Will I miss Kem? You bet. Do I wish her well? Absolutely. Since many readers of my columns are friends of both of us, drop her a line care of my address and I’ll get it to her. And if you’re in Pago Pago in about 14 months, look her up at the club, have “a Thanksgiving dinner that can’t be beat,” and say hello.
About the Author: John Armor is a First Amendment attorney and author who lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. John_Armor@aya.yale.edu
It could have been worse..She could have announced that she was moving to Samoa to reprise Margaret Meade's works..
Has anybody here considered the possibility that ole Billybob may have wanted to 'get even' by posting this and exposing Felicity whats-er-name's conduct?
As an aside, she hasn't posted since 11/23, and, after scrolling through about 5 pages of her posts, I am confident in reporting to you that, put together, they have 00.00% substantive content in them.
Based on that evidence, I would guess that this was a mismatch from the git-go.
Next time The Sailor and I go to American Samoa--I'm dragging you with us. Yep! You're going. No won't be an option. Hehe!
Sheesh. Who peed in your Kellogg's Pep this morning?
LOL!! I haven't been there either sis...does that mean you will take me too?
Hey, why don't we just go to a four star restaurant, and there we can discuss a trip to Paradise in the Pacific?
I wish you would stop. You should have #162 removed by the moderator. It is isn't fair to either of them.
If everyone had the same M.O. online, we'd all die of boredom.
If I'm in a particular mood when I hit a particular topic, I might speak my mind, or just pass it by.
This one was hard to passby.
And believe me, I was in a pretty GOOD mood when I wrote on this thread....
If you have a problem with a man who is very DIRECT and can be a curmudgeon, well....might have something to do with you being a member of the ..*cough*.. 'fairer sex' that oft eschews directness...so, in my best Steve Martin voice:
"well, EXCUUUUUSEE ME!!!"
Nice try Radix. Hehe!
Sure! You can babysit Ma.
Expressions of opinions are not "pullable". Advocating censorship, are we? Using that standard this article should have been pulled to save Billybob from himself.
As for whats-er-name, you are invited to sample the lady's posts; they're in the public domain. Go through 5 pages and if you find anything resembling substance in them, I'll buy you an ice cream...
WooHoo!! She's easy to care for...just show her a dust bunny, she'll be entertained for hours!! :)
Yep!
I believe that was #37
I said YOU might want to pull it, by YOU asking the moderator to do so. I didn's ask the moderator to pull it, and I wouldn't do such a thing. I was advocating self-censorship.
I am happy and sad for you at the same time
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