Neighbor cleaning his spiffy SUV "howdied" me. We passed a few pleasantries about the unending nature of work. And that set me in a nostalgic frame of mind as I continued about my chores.
I recalled a situation that I observed when I was about 13 years of age. My dad had contracted to build a house and he had hired a couple of people to work with him. On a limited basis, I was one of them. What did he pay me? you ask. I think it went something like this. "I need your help on the house. You eat the food I provide and which your mother serves you regularly. Earn your keep. Be on the site at eight o'clock in the morning."
Dad's other employee was an older gentleman. That is to say, he was not only older than I, which is obvious because he was a man, but he was older than my father as well. About ten o'clock, we all took a break, sipped a little coffee and ate an oatmeal cookie while we rested from our labors. Presently, Dad said, "Well, we'd better get back to work."
The Old Man replied, "Oh, my brother, there shall always be work."
I have lived close to sixty-five years since that day, and I have seen absolutely no evidence suggesting that the fellow was in error.
Picture: Pile is much larger than it appears. And all that material was moved 100 yards from the point of pickup. By me.