HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A ROCK SALESMAN!

Many years ago while growing into a walking, talking child who made friends in his neighborhood, my #1 son Anthony, along with his friend Damon, at the age of 4-years old, decided to go into business. It would be a hard sell for sure, going door-to-door, selling their wares to the locals. And what were they selling, these two young and ambitious salesmen, and entrepreneurs if you will, Giants of free trade and masterminds of industry.

Rocks!

These were not your special moon rocks or rocks from some special place like Lourdes, but rocks that sat in the streets and lots and mortgaged property of home-owners.

They had ‘thought out of the box’ so to speak. Who knew ordinary rocks could be so valuable, let alone expensive. When told this, I immediately imagined myself living like a king, retired at an early age, mainly from the very rocks that populated my lawn.
As they gathered their inventory and knocked on doors, they introduced themselves by name, address, and age while proudly presenting their goods. I was so proud! Of course, I could have been prouder if they managed to sell one.

Today is one of those salesmen’s birthday, where he has a potential rock salesman he is raising. Anthony turns older this day, and although he has artificial turf for a lawn and no rocks, I don’t know for sure if his son will take on the business and run it efficiently, or run it into the ground where it was born. My fear is that Bobby, maybe a playboy and the later will occur.

But to Dad, 31 Son, Anthony, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!