Recently my good friend
Jeff remarked that he admired my entrepreneurial spirit. I thought about that
during my bike ride today.
When I was a boy my dad
was always telling me stories about how he made money when he was a boy. Most
of his stories sounded really dated and stupid in the modern 1950’s.
But he did encourage me and
once I got the taste of capitalism, I was addicted. I went door-to-door taking
orders for custom potholders that I would make. I pulled neighbors weeds in summer.
I shoveled snow in winter. I carried people’s luggage at Kennedy Airport. I put
on chemistry shows (that’s another story), and I shined shoes.
I had a gimmick for shoe
shining. I would go in the local bars. In those days on Liberty Avenue underneath
the elevated train, there were bars on every other block. I would go from bar
to bar.
Picture an eleven-year-old
boy walking through the bar doors yelling “Free Shines!” In those days the bars
were packed on a Saturday afternoon. And walking through the smoke, and noise, and
smell of stale beer, a little boy was offering free shines.
And when asked how I could
make money giving away free shines, I would reply, “I just work for tips”. And
I always got great tips, especially in the black bars. Once I even got a $5 tip! That would be like $50 today.
BTW… My mom tells me we
were poor in those days, but I never realized it.
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Did you know that 3 of our US presidents died on July 4th?
Later,
Steve
Steve
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