Hi! My name is Bob. I grew up in a small
town, the oldest of 5 children. My mom worked as a seamstress at the
local corner design store. Everyone came there to get things
sewed up or to get something entirely new created. It was the
center of attention of our small town. Many whom worked there, left and
went off to be famous designers. My dream though was to design
the first interplanetary manned space-craft. I know, pretty
high-polluting for a small-town boy. Well, I was a dreamer. This is how
my story begins.
Mom: "Bob!” "What are you doing up there?" "I said one spool of black thread." "How hard could that be?"
Bob: "Sorry mom, I started day dreaming again, about
going off the college, I can't wait!"
Mom: "You will never get to be a
rocket scientist, if you can't stay focused son."
Bob: “I know mom,' 'I can't
seem to control myself". "My mind seams to race 90 miles a
minute some times."
Mom: "That is enough," "Give me the
thread, and you go study."
Bob: "Okay!"
As I move to my
study-corner, the store door opens a well-dressed gentlemen walks
in with some very expensive garments under his arms. A
very distinguished man in his mid-forties.
Gentlemen: I
need these by 12 o-clock today." "Can you repair them that
fast?"
Mom: "Yes!" "We will need a $100.00
dollar deposit, you’ll get the difference when it is finished."
Gentlemen: "Here is 1 thousand." "Thank you so
much and keep whatever's left."
Mom: "Wow!" "Thank You!"
That was a
typical day in the store. Mom was well known for her work, and she was the
best. However sewing garments was not what I
wanted to do. I wonder who that man was.
TO BE CONTINUED.
VON BRO'
