06/05/2026
Story time again…
I got my very first job when I was 12 years old. My brother and I worked on a farm in Pennsylvania, riding an ATV through the wooded trails every day to get to work.
Summers were spent stacking hay and straw in the blazing heat, and a pitchfork was pretty much an extension of my arm. It was hard work, but it taught me the value of showing up, working hard, and getting the job done right.
Today, while working in the heat and using a good old-fashioned pitchfork again, I couldn’t help but think back to those days on the farm, working with big bro. Funny how some things never change…
Hard work then. Hard work now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.