Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
Dad was a born salesman. He could sell anything to anyone just about. It took him some time to find that calling. Before sales he pumped gasoline, worked odd jobs, trained as a jewellery designer and maker, and even tried farming. He hated farming.
But it was sales that Dad was the very best. Different people have different talents for different things. I did some direct sales at summer jobs at a paint store and at a small engine repair shop and lawnmower store, but in those jobs the customers came to you. Dad went to the customers.