Ticket Out

© Jim Korpi

At a Fourth of July cookout once in the backyard of a friend’s friend’s house, we were eating hamburgers in the grass and someone was talking about an idea they had for future financial freedom. He said it was his “ticket out.” I’ll always remember this phrase. It’s as if some ingenious idea, something found in a fleeting moment of brilliance, will be the a passport into the pearly gates of… of what or where? Out of the pressures of the world? Out of work? Out of the suburbs? What would you want a ticket out of? This particular guy had a nice place in Boston with a lovely wife. Where the ticket would admit him that is more fulfilling I’m not sure.