Original Writing by Robert Leigh Angus

Michael’s first day at the desk was not his first in the hotel. In fact, he’d begun his time as a young veteran fresh off of the boat, having served in the Royal Air Force   during the last two years of war, and a few short months following. He was no airman; his   vision being far too gone to sight in a gun or handle an aircraft. He wore thick glasses of the sort which allowed him to view the world through a narrow fish eyed lens, and only as far out as a few yards. He served as a mechanic, and all-around hard-working grease monkey. He was strong, tall, and well spoken, and could handle himself in a rough situation, but was unfit for military duty. He was comfortable doing his duty for his country, and when he was finally freed of service, took the first ship he could board to America. He heard the new world calling and was eager to find his place in it. Soon after his arrival, he’d begun seeking employment as a mechanic. The new world was certainly in a state of post-war c...