As I was sitting on the front porch one morning the man in the Coffee Truck drove by. He had a lot of stops to make there being a lot of construction sites in the area at that time. He had more to do than I because he was driving a route to sell the coffee. He has to earn money, he had to make a schedule. I don’t have to earn money because I have already spent decades earning money and had funded a retirement.
I could drive a coffee truck too. I could either own one, or work for someone. In a way it is easier to work for someone because he, not I, would have to responsibility of the ownership of the truck and the provisioning of the merchandise and all the ancillary expenses and responsibilities like insurance, registration, maintenance, proper business paperwork and taxes (for starters).
If I worked for him he would put a demand on me to show up on a regular basis and he would be in trouble if I didn’t. But I did not work for him. I could have bought a coffee from him, but I didn’t. I already had my coffee and the freedom to drink it. I didn’t even make it, my wife did.
Like him, I once had work obligations and a schedule. All that do have them have built this country. Everything rests on the backs of the laborers, farmers, craftsmen, professionals . . .
Thank you Coffee Man.
