Mah Daddy is Mr. Cool.
Worked his way through Harvard selling dry cleaning contracts and suits to the ivy league crowd,
had a route up and down the east cost peddling dried ham, cheese and maple candies,
sold insurance,
collected muzzle loaders,
served in the Navy, was Executive Officer on the LSM 213 transport, got hit by a Kamikaze in the middle of the Pacific theatre and still made it to port without any working guns, a third of the crew and two thirds of the ship,
started a machine shop on a bet and no money and soon had 59 men working, bought his competitor's cast off equipment from the scrap yard at pig iron pricing and then used it to do subcontract work they couldn't figure out how to do with their new fancy machines, received a Presidential commendation for hiring the disabled (including the country's first blind turret lathe operator), used the machine shop and a thousand bucks to buy a ski area,
was holding the water hose when snowmaking was invented by his partner,
rehabbed dead commercial buildings and filled 'em with new businesses,
served in the Senate,
and generally had a hell of a lot of fun.
I may have had an interesting childhood, but the one thing I learned that lots of others don't seem to get is that you can do just about anything if you want it bad enough. Nothing is impossible.
At least, that's what mah Daddy sez...