ABSTRACT
Years back, a perturbed woman came to see me in my office. Her husband had just retired from being a security guard at the local City Trust Company bank in Bridgeport, Connecticut. For forty-five years, he’d left the house at 8:30 a.m., arrived at work at 8:50, did his job until 5:00 p.m., and then returned home. She told me in her first session that she was eager for him to retire finally after forty-five years. One morning, three weeks after he had retired, he went out to get the paper and some cigarettes, and the next thing she knew he was gone. Disappeared. Not a word! Four months later she found out that he was in Seattle, Washington, which is about as far as you can get from the City Trust Company in Bridgeport.
