I remember my grandfather waking me up at 5:00 a.m. every Saturday morning to help work the garden. We would take our freshly picked vegetables to the farmers market, where he would back the truck up into the crowded parking lot. Not long ago, I was in middle school at the time, in the early 90s. He always gave me our earnings, usually around $100. Looking at it now, he gave me more than that. Read more »
My wife is from Chicago (not downtown but the south suburbs). Even so, the pace is quite different than what I am used to. It’s not like I’m this country boy that grew up rounding up cattle on a ranch or something, but I find the speed of life there a little too fast, and just a smidge out of my comfort zone. Read more »