More Henry…

Henry’s inheritance and previous wise investments, now afforded him the freedom to travel down whatever paths he chose.

He had no family.  Neither of his parents had brothers or sisters.  And Henry’s grandparents had long since departed from this world.

Five years ago, he and his wife had parted on friendly terms after twelve years of a pleasant marriage. Even though Henry had wanted children…that never seemed to happen.  So now, any decisions were his and his alone.

He bought the rental cabin he had been living in and spent several months trying to be that “DIY” guy he always thought he could be…if ever there was an opportunity and he had the time. He had always lived in apartments in California.

However…after several costly plumbing mishaps and a small electrical fire that Henry quickly controlled…he soon found himself reaching out for professional help.

It was then he decided to become the next Ernest Hemingway but when his stories were either swiftly rejected or simply ignored by literally everyone, he abandoned that idea.

Apparently, Henry’s stories were not as captivating in print as they had been when he, himself, was recounting them on the radio.

So…when the small radio station in Rocky Point had an opening for a late-night host…Henry applied for the job.  He figured this would be a slam dunk…Henry was always very positive.  However, this time he figured wrong.

Even though he had a killer resume and a voice that melted butter…he was politely and very nicely told that they thought he was just a little too old for the job.

(Of course, that is not exactly what the owner had said…but that is exactly what the owner had meant.)

That didn’t stop Henry. He knew what he wanted and he wanted to be back on the radio air waves again…in Rocky Point.

Henry bought the little radio station with an offer the owner could not refuse.

(He also could not refuse nor could he afford a possible age-discrimination lawsuit either.)

Soon…Henry’s self-effacing charm and wit grew a devoted following.

As he had hoped, there was again an eager audience for his stories and observations on life..

Everyone loved Henry…except perhaps the owners of the bigger Duluth radio stations.

Because of the way the radio towers were placed, Henry’s melodic voice was reaching a lot of late-night Duluth listeners…and they began to follow him regularly.

The residents of Rocky Point soon treated him like he had lived there forever and that was just fine with Henry…he felt the same way.

He and Cisco couldn’t have been happier…and he hadn’t even met Annabelle…yet.