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just about to tell him what he thought of spending another

weekend of volunteer service when, instead, his always

entrepreneurial brain kicked into overdrive.

“What do you do with the flowers?”

“Oh, we just haul them to the dump, or wherever.”

“Could I have them?”

“Of course, if you have some way you can haul

them.”

Buster and I were only 12 at the time, and too young

to drive. But he knew his father would be gone, and that

he could borrow the pickup without anyone knowing.

“And besides,” he mentioned to me, “think of what I was

doing benefitting the landfill situation by recycling.”

I was sure that wasn’t the motivating factor, but I

didn’t mention it as he continued on with the story.

By the time they finished that Saturday, he had taken

home 6 pickup loads of flowers. The week after that was a

busy one for him as he put up fliers selling flowering plants

for 2 dollars and empty pots for 10 cents.

“Some people wanted to bargain,” he complained.

“But Old Mrs. Jordell was the worst. She insisted on the

very best flowers, and then she wanted the price reduced

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