Chapter 6

All my productive thinking gets done there. Sometimes I catch dinner while I’m thinking.

The drive up was pretty this fall. The leaves were starting to turn color. The retailers at Apple Hill looked like they were getting ready for the family groups and tour buses to arrive. The apple harvest had outdone itself this year. The tourist roads would be packed. Those of us who knew the dirt-topped back ways and farm roads would use them to get around for the next few months.

I got to the cabin, dragged my folding chair and gear to the lake, and had wet two lines in record time. I sat under my favorite tree and thought about the company.

No two ways around it. A family member was probably ripping us off. The realization stung. I couldn’t understand why anyone would do it. Everyone from my brothers and me on down was making more than industry average. Most at the bottom rungs were making much more than twice what they would from anyone else in the area.