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
Nam Vet
If this works for you so be it....I just hope you do not have children...
"A gold plated bidet is just a portal to a sewer"
that's good! I'm stealing that one!
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Modern rationality sure makes for interesting turns in life.
Best to you both.
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Death Before Dishonor
>>>Why would ANYONE post their personal business online???? <<<
Sense of closure perhaps...
Sorry to hear it man...but I would try to keep it together...let her go, but don't sign the papers. Things may not work out and she might want to return...
Ill Google it and send it to BillyBob. It's better served chilled!
I'm sure there must be more to this story than you have just related to us, right?
Anyway, my best wishes to you both during this difficult time.
Not to be a smart-aleck or anything, but I hope both of you know that 70% of new restaurants fail. Kemberly may be back in North Carolina before either of you think. I would not sign those divorce papers if I were you and really loved this woman.
Sorry to hear this, in any case. I'll keep you in my prayers and send you positive vibes.
I wouldn't leave the NC Blue Ridge Mountains either.
My husband is the chance of a lifetime – the chance of several lifetimes.
The answer is a resounding no.
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Ditto for my wonderful husband, as well. A marriage should trump a career.
So why are you not going with her?
My thought exactly. Unless my spouse comes along, it's no deal.
As for Samoa, it's a nice place, but island fever exists (I know it well from three years in Hawaii, a much more populace place than Samoa). Knowing many nice Samoans, I cannot imagine a gourmet restaurant in a place where the people love to eat huge quantities of macaroni plus a lot of catsup and five pounds of New Zealand corned beef (50% fat)--all cooked together in sea water in a big galvanized bath tub on the beach and then eaten from the tub by any and all with spoons in hand. Samoans have limited life spans mostly due to their poor eating habits. Gourmet means Spam fried thin to many Polynesians.
You love her.
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