How I Fared

The job was fulfilling, my leisure time was fulfilling, and now it simply became a matter of how to keep it going. I’d found my “groove.” Opportunities for promotion were still presenting themselves at work, and I began to write more, with increasing compensation.

But I began to feel a tug in wanting to share my ideas, my thoughts, and my life with someone; further, to bring about children who would listen and find wisdom in my words (it took awhile for them to see the “wisdom”).

Today, I am married with a family, have put 30 years into my career, and have a pension available at the ripe old age of 51. I continue to write this column and my bi-weekly blog for PRB, and still feel validated through your cards and letters, as well as by the compensation. I have been so very blessed.

I don’t carry that token in my pocket anymore. It’s back in that same dresser drawer, for I don’t really need to be reminded of its wording. When I picked it up out of the deep pile in the carpet of the Carlton Arms, I never would have guessed how prophetic those words and the ride would be.

“Good For One Fare.”


Ron Ciancutti is the Purchasing Manager for Cleveland Metroparks. He is not on Facebook, but he can be reached at




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