In 1968, on a warm summer day, my mother looked out her kitchen window facing Minnesota Highway 75 and was horrified to see my little brother, only 3 years old, hanging onto the back of one of my dad’s electrical service trucks, which was just pulling out onto the highway heading south. 

Last fall, a generous plumbing contractor in Las Vegas allowed me to park a trailer-load of four-wheelers in his backyard. It was an incredible backyard. I’ll be happy to tell you his name, but I’m about to tell you about his son.

Distributors don’t get the benefit of always delivering a huge truckload to their customers. Distributors operate wholesale models.

Don’t be afraid to get paid what you’re worth.

Some of us are squirrels — we’re just here for the nuts.