There are days when what I do for a living can only sound dignified, can only sound justified, if gentrified with some fancy-schmancy code talk like "hands on" or "one on one", boutique language for old fashioned pick 'em up and set 'em down grunt work. The kind of work Henry Ford conceived assembly lines for. The kind of work "our fathers brought forth on this continent" back when Lincoln wrote the Gettysburg Address. The same kind of work family members on both sides did with their backs, and their arms, their calloused hands with broken knuckles, their sun reddened necks and their sun squinted eyes. My house has indoor plumbing, climate control, and electronic comforts they couldn't conceive of, but if we met at table over the noon meal, we would be comrades, understanding both the pressure of the calendar, the urgency of daylight, and the limitations imposed by two arms and two legs.
Because business and pleasure travel hand in hand if you work with your family. Decisions are made with one eye on the bottom line and the other........ on where the two year old might have run off to.
|Great minds thinking together..|