Well, what is wrong with work anyway? I know I am of a different generation. But, ... I worked from age 8. I sold boiled peanuts for 5 cents a bag during the "season". At 12 I rode my bike to meet my father at his second job to mix mortar and carry bricks for him to lay. At 16 I worked part time at a shoe shop running up and down stairs carrying shoes for the ladies to try on. I also worked in the tobacco fields picking tobacco and at the warehouses where it was auctioned off, loaded in trucks and shipped. And, I went to school every day -- well almost every day. I never ate a meal at a restaurant with my family. I saved money. After graduating, I served in the Army for 3 years and then went to college - the first of my extended family ever to do so. I lived and worked in a funeral home to make money while going to classes. Yes. I got a GI check while going to school - $110 per month. I have been employed my entire life and have paid the maximum Social security contribution every year until after I retired.
What's wrong with working??


I remember once going somewhere and tobacco was being auctioned. It was with you and Pawpaw. I believe working gives one a reason to get up.
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