Get a Job!
Get a Job! by Dave Wright My dad was a firm believer in the work ethic—the curse of American capitalism—and he was determined to instill it into my brothers and me. My younger brothers were early adapters. They were barely out of grade school when they began farrowing sows and raising hogs at a farm near town. I, on the other hand, was a slow learner. Despite Dad’s efforts to get me out of the house—say, by baling hay or assembling grain bins, those jobs survived one outing—and I wasn’t invited back. Lucky me. The day after I celebrated my sixteenth birthday, I passed my driver’s test and lost any excuse for staying out of the job market. “Where are you planning to work?” queried Dad. “I’ll provide you with a car to drive, but I expect you to supply the gas.” Having made no attempt to apply anywhere by the time school started that fall, Dad found a job for me. Watland Implement: Sweeper “I’ve talked to a friend of mine who owns the International Harvester dealers...