Prologue

I’m glad Grand father made it big, now I don’t have to. I think it was easier for the family back then. By easier, I meant all the rules, restrictions, taxes, codes, permits, and hundreds of other cost-eating expenses were not in-place then. Now, if you try to do something the majority of your expenses are for legal fees, taxes, bribes and union wages to drink coffee. How many times have you driven by work (Oxymoron) crews where two men act like they are digging and 12 men stand by to watch or hold flags? Often, Ehh. Must be a union thing.

He was near 100 years-old when he passed. He started working me when I could first walk it seemed. By the time I was old enough to drive, wham, there was nothing that could be called free-time. I made those jack-rabbits look anemic, he kept me hopping so much.

What did my Mom or Dad say? Nothing. Dad exited stage something when I was 6 months old so can’t say much about him. Mom, well, she tried her best. Remember I said she tried. To hear her talk, everything was perfect, like I said, according to her; not to me. By the time I was 12, I sort of just did what I thought best. Looking back, that wasn’t always the best things to do, not even close.