It began when I was four years old – selling water in front of my house on Division Street. The water came from an old garden hose and was delivered in one of four small plastic cups (red, blue, green, yellow). The price for a glass of water was one penny though on one sunny day, a man gave me a nickel. I usually made 10 to 15 cents a day. Big bucks, then. After a long day, I would carry the orange crate back to the house, toss the cups in the sink and count my money. The good news is that I paid no withholding tax on these profits (the statute of limitations for going after me expired in 1955).

Selling water led to peddling Kool Aid on the golf course. Then having my own business cutting lawns for two bucks a pop — “Scott’s Lawn Service” (I still have a few pencils left to prove it). There was work on Saturdays at the family business. As a Boy Scout, I worked at Camp Napowan for four amazing summers. Then college. Law School. Five pretty intense years as an Assistant States Attorney. Eight years off to work the family business – then back into the legal fray.

Thursday, December 31st, will be my last day of “work.” Retirement will come easy – given that since March, our offices have been closed and my work has diminished. And I’m ready. My career will end like the words of T.S. Eliot – “not with a bang but a whimper.”

3 thoughts on “Retirement

  1. Richard Lamm

    You are blessed to retire with class.

    Now you can tackle more interesting projects such as investing small amounts in Venezuela. Call me and we can discuss sometime. Dick

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