I sometimes miss the days when I’d sell and install plants around South Florida.� When I see someone digging a ditch, I think back on those days when I’d be loading my truck after the sun had fallen.
It would be dark and I’d be picking up all the picks and shovels.� Marcus would be helping me gather the pots that I’d need to return to Pat and Ron.� I’d be completely covered in dirt and probably dead exhausted.� I’d be thinking about my profits for the day and whether the customer liked the job.
That was always on my mind.� I wanted to see their approval.� It was usually a great feeling to have so much praise for a job well-done.
I spent a good number of hours between age 25 and 29, playing in the dirt.� I look back on the time getting dirty fondly.� It was time well-spent.
