Lou Pickney's Online Commentary
May 17, 2015
"It's that little souvenir of a terrible year"
-The Sundays "Here's Where the Story Ends"
In just a few days I'll be saying my goodbyes to Columbus, as my one-year sojourn into central Ohio draws to a close and I return to Nashville after a three-year absence. It has been a challenging last 12 months, to put it mildly.
To be clear, I don't regret moving from Huntington to Columbus. Soon after my relocation in May of last year, I found a wonderful chiropractor, Dr. Thomas Bea at the Tri-State Chiropractic Clinic, who discovered the cause of the migraine headaches that had plagued me for the previous 14 years: a horribly misaligned neck. What's more, he devised a physical therapy approach that slowly but effectively worked to correct the issue.
The problem is not 100% fixed, as I still suffer from periodic neck pain and muscle spasms. But I haven't had an actual migraine hit since September of last year, which is remarkable. It certainly outweighs the negatives I encountered with the move.
My three month stint with Fight Club was a mostly terrible experience that I'm limited from writing very much about, which is probably for the best. It's too bad that things played out the way they did, since I made plenty of friends there who would have been great to work with long-term. But that wasn't in the cards.
A very clear effort (in my estimation) was put into effect to make me so miserable that I would quit. Apparently the whole Unapologetically Headstrong tagline that I've had at the top of this website for years wasn't taken seriously. When the effort to make me quit didn't work, I was then fired without cause as per the state of Ohio, a ruling upheld on appeal. From that ruling:
Ohio's legal standard that determines if a discharge is without just cause is whether the claimant's acts, omissions, or course of conduct were such that an ordinary person would find the discharge not justifiable. After a review of the facts, this agency finds that the claimant was discharged without just cause under Section 4141.29(D)(2)(a), Ohio Revised Code.
That vindication was nice, but I was still stuck in a holding pattern with my very firm apartment lease here at The Quarry binding me in place in Columbus. Had I landed the radio producer job with Rover in Cleveland which I was a finalist for, I likely would have had to live out of a hotel or something until my lease here ended. It probably really was for the best that I didn't get that gig.
So, what's next? That's the big question. My website business, after years of struggles, is now thriving. The house in La Vergne (a suburb of Nashville) that I'll be moving into isn't a rental -- I actually own the place. The story behind that is rather complicated, but it's a done deal now. I went to Nashville this past week and completed the paperwork on it. I also did some fix-up work on the house with my father, and I was very pleased to see that the tenant who had been living there left it in very good condition.
The house is modern, having been built in 2005, and it has considerably more space than I need with three bedrooms and two-and-a-half bathrooms. I've had thoughts of turning one of the bedrooms into a broadcast center, which could open up all sorts of possibilities. We'll see.
|This is a front view of my new house.|
I have a built-in audience with my Draft King website, and I've wanted to do some sort of podcast for a very long time. But after working in the media biz to one degree or another for nearly 20 years now, sound quality is *very* important to me. If I put a show out there, I want it to sound good. So we'll see what opportunities avail themselves on that front.
My brother Matt has a business concept that he has had in development for some time that I am hoping to help launch this summer. My previous efforts to help with the data entry needed to get it going were stifled by eye strain, but I'm hoping that an improved computer setup might help with that.
The future for me is open-ended and very bright. After spending months in a stifling holding pattern in a city where I know very few people, I'm returning to Nashville, a place that I'll always consider my home no matter where I live. With plenty of friends and family nearby, and possibilities galore, the sky is the limit. And there's something to be said for that.