Recapping an evening from the summer that brings a smile to this young man’s face, as I start hammering away on this keyboard.
To frame things, I was home for the summer between junior and senior years at a popular state university, living with my parents, working hard to make as much money as possible to offset the cost of school and negate the need for student loans. My parents were kind enough to provide half of the cost of school, so the other half was on me, as it had been for my older sisters. The job I worked with a residential construction company put me behind the wheel of their flatbed delivery truck, working as many hours as I could get in a week, allowing me the luxury to work less during the school year. I was fortunate in that my efforts paid off, and the foremen and crews treated me well. I’d earned their trust the previous summers working as a laborer, and they helped make the hard work enjoyable. I averaged 50 to 55 hours per week, and the overtime pay padded my wallet nicely.