I meant to post this a few days ago. Please read Jeff Klinkenberg’s story about a man who won’t give up: Through the open door Freddie spots the Cadillac, looking for parking space among the pickup trucks. Perfectly coiffed, smelling of after-shave, the driver glides into the building. Freddie comes forward and wipes his hands on the back of his dungarees and extends a hand still dirty from harvesting pole beans.
“Do you own this land?” the stranger asks, giving Freddie’s hand a shake.
“Yes, sir,” answers Freddie, who has tabbed the guy as a developer.
“It’s worth a lot of money,” the developer says. “Ever think of selling?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you sure? You could retire right now. You and your wife could afford to travel. Maybe go to Europe. You could get you a real nice car. Your wife, too.”
Freddie – who was born here 68 years ago and likely will die here – tries to be patient. He says he has no desire to be a millionaire. He lives comfortably. He says his 15-year-old pickup truck is still going strong.
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