I like to think that an entrepreneurial seed was planted in me on this curb in front of my parent’s house when I was 4 years old. We lived on the right and my grandparents lived on the left. Across the street was a construction company. In the afternoon’s, I’d sit on this curb and […]
I knew that I had to write this book on October 5, 2003. That was the day that Butch – my partner, friend, and biggest supporter – died after being terribly burned three days earlier in a fire at one of our waste processing plants.