[MARTINSR]

My dad was a salesman from 1949 until 1979, mostly cars. I didn't think he "worked." I was doing body work, with tools in my hands creating the calluses I had all over them, he didn't "work" sitting at a desk or driving around in cars, he didn't "work," come on, that isn't work like real men do, or so I thought, his hands weren't even dirty! After many years of being a bodyman, painter, shop owner, I became a sales rep selling automotive paint, I became a salesman. I was out on the road one day and I had to stop and call him and apologize for all the years I thought that that he didn't "work." And to thank him for working so hard to put food on his families table and a roof over there head. He was working much harder than I ever did, I never understood, glad I found out in time to tell him.

Brian