Now that Larry had quit his job, he set about the business
of living and working full-time on his '5-acres-of-happiness'.
He still had a few grand in the bank, plus a whole bunch of
collectables that he could unload. But more importantly,
he had skills that his new found neighbors and community
could use. Even though it would mean making less money than
Larry would have made doing the same in Metro-Detroit, it
would be enough to pay the bills. His only real expenses
were the mortgage, taxes, and basic utilities. This tallied
up to be just over $300 a month. Larry was confident he
could earn that.
The two primary industries in the area were agriculture and
the vacation-recreation trade. This was mainly seasonal
work. Larry knew from talking with Uncle Pete, that winters
were deads-ville. "If you're gonna make money here, you got
to do it between April and October.", his Uncle warned.
Larry had some basic business cards made up, with just his
name, address, and phone number on them. He promoted himself
as a 'all-around-Mr.Fix-It'.
Things started to happen after the July 4th weekend. Plenty
of the transient vacationers needed work done around their
cottages. With Huron County bordered on three sides by
Lake Huron, one of the Great Lakes, there were plenty of
people who could repair cars, marine engines, and household
appliances. Most people closed their cottages up during the
winter and this meant preparing the home by draining the
plumbing and other winter-izing proceedures.
Larry had taken out a small ad in the local paper and started
to get some business shortly there after. At first, it was
just fix a TV or an engine. He got a few inquiries about
doing landscaping, mainly mowing lawns for people who only
came up on weekends and didn't want to be bothered with such
menial tasks. Larry had no problem with that. Five bucks
here, twenty there, it started to add up.
One of the local machineshops called and informed him that
one of their surface grinders had broken down. Larry was
there in an hour and had it up and running before the end
of the day. He charged $200 and got it. He fixed a neighbor's
lathe and was paid with a half dozen chickens. Larry bought
another dozen and a rooster.
By the mid-1990's, Larry had a decent trade going. He earned
more than enough to pay his bills and buy a few goodies once
in awhile. More often than not, he found goodies, too. On
slow months, late fall through winter, Larry would drive down
to Detroit for a bit of foraging. They had begun the practice
of having their garbage picked up in front of the house as
opposed to in back-alley dumpsters. Once a month, the city
would pick-up trash too big for the small 70 gallon personal
trashbins each home was issued.
Larry couldn't believe the stuff people threw away! He got
all sorts of lawn mowers and snow blowers that only neeeded
minor repairs to be made functional again. Old TVs, water
heaters, and plenty of furniture, too. Larry had to be a bit
choosey since he only had a Ford F-100 to fill. He soon
developed a keen eye for junk, and knew what could be salvaged
and resold and what couldn't. One day, he even scored a 12 ft.
TV satellite dish! Larry stopped off at a surplus electronics
store he knew of and picked up a controller and signal converter
for $75.
Larry's garden was steadily getting bigger and better, too.
He added a small greenhouse along the southside of the house.
This kept the home warm in the winter and cool in the summer.
Following instructions in one of his how-to books, Larry
built a windmill using the rear axle and yoke from an car.
He got a surplus generator and was soon making enough of his
own electricity that he was actually being paid a little bit
each month by the power company. There was always a decent
breeze.
Larry's barnyard started to really shape up with the addition
of dairy goats, again, obtained in barter for services rendered,
and by his little fish farm. Larry read an article on how
to raise fish in 55 gallon drums. It seemed like a good idea
to him, and didn't cost much since he got most of the materials
either for free or cheap. Each drum unit wound up costing
maybe $25, and he got fingerings for free from a state fish
hatchery. A worm farm cost about $20 and soon produced more
than enough food for his aqua-farm. His neighbors really
got a kick when they'd see him fishing from his back porch!
His resale business from Larry's foraging excursions got so
good that he needed help. Fortunately, the sherrif had a
brother who seemed to have trouble holding down a job. Bobby
was a slacker, who didn't mind working as long as he could
have a nip now and then on the job. Larry made his day when
he showed Bobby how to make a samll still from odds and ends
and use it for turning cheap wine into high-octane brandy.
Bobby soon began accompanying Larry on his forays into Detroit
and lent a hand on weekends with a road-side yard sale.
This association was a very profitable one. Larry already had
a cousin for a deputy. Now, with Bobby, Larry had the inside
track as far as law enforcement went. When the county decided
to fund the conversion of the department's .38 Specials to
Glock 9mm, Larry got a deal on one of the surplus revolvers.
For $200, he got the gun, a belt & holster, cleaning kit, and
500 rounds to boot. He also began to become good friends with
many on the department. They threw business his way, repairing
appliances and such, and would often stop by for some of
that high-octane brew.
Over the years, Larry became well known as a can-do kind of
guy. He had a talent for breathing new life into refuse.
Either restoring it to working condition, or modifying it
for a whole new purpose. He sometimes drew confused stares
when discussing politics. Larry had long ago started listening
to various programs on shortwave radio. Many of these were
supportive of the 'patriot' or 'militia' movement. Quite a
few locals were also involved in these. They didn't trust
the government and were all concerned about the decline in
values and percieved freedoms.
But Larry, while sympathetic, had a different perspective.
He saw tyranny as a function of the Establishment, for the
sole purpose of maintaining their powerbase. The System
was set up and run to support them. But while the original
founders may have been intelligent, even benevolent people,
such as America's founding fathers, Larry had no doubts that
the current crop of rulers were a few rungs down the ladder
from their ancestors. Having read works like Elmer Pendel's
"Why Civilizations Self-Destruct", Larry knew that with each
new generation, the quality of leadership would decline. For
that matter, the quality of subjects would decline as well.
When Larry would voice his opinions that there was no political
solution to the problems at hand, and that it would be better just
to let The System crash and start over, he earned some mean
looks and arguments. But Larry was well read and with his
active mind, could defend his position. When the patriot-types
would argue about restoring the original intent of the
Constitution, Larry quoted Lysander Spooner. "If the Constitution
isn't the cause of our current problems, it certainly has failed
in preventing them."
Larry suggested that there were intrisic flaws in the constitution.
Afterall, he would declare, it's authors were just men, not
gods nor angels. He pointed out that all through history,
whenever the power to tax and spend were given to a single
body of government, as the U.S. Congress has, tyranny would
soon follow. "The Constitution has a lot of good ideas and
was an extraordinary document for it's time. But it had flaws
and needs to be modified."
Larry put forth his belief that by remaining part of The
System, people were supporting it and the tyranny it caused.
He told his neighbors that he was not a violent man, and
chose not to fight tyranny in that manner, but instead to
confront it economically. Denying it the sweat of his brow
and the ingenuity of his mind. He would just do the minimum
of what was expected, and no more. At least, until The System
crashed. Then, afterwards, Larry had an idea or two for
how society should be organized.