The house I grew up in.
Across from the 18th hole of the Logan River Golf Course.
Balls bounced into my yard & I’d sell them back to golfers 3 for $1.
My neighbor Connor started competing with me at 4 for $1.
I held strong. Better location
My family didn’t have money, so I had to go find it. In the ponds, reeds and ditches.
The cattails will always smell like money to me, $1 at a time.
They smell like Titleist, Top Flight and the occasional Pinnacle.
We'll go back time to time and I'll convince my kids to look for golf balls with me in the ditch, just like old times. They'll complain the reeds hurt their feet and the mud stinks. Irony! Soft!
People ask me if entrepreneurship runs in my family.
Not at all, which is why it stuck with me.
When I wrestled and I lost it was all my fault. Not the kicker, not the point guard, not the ref.
If I lose as an entrepreneur it’s all my fault.
I prefer this way of living.
Happy Fathers' Day to all the Dads out there who prefer that as well.