From the moment I moved into the trailer park, I schemed to get the hell out. An early get rich plan involved the manufacturing of classy nautical barware. Overhead was small and involved only a Ronco Bottle and Jar Cutter. The raw materials were readily available as Old Spice Aftershave was the only thing Dad ever got for presents in both the Father’s day 2.5 oz (shooter) and Christmas 4.75 oz (tumbler) sizes. Unfortunately the chief investor refused funding. I was too young and dad came into the marriage with only eight fingers, so mom would have none of it.[Image from 2 Old Folks]
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