I don’t understand quilters, gardening enthusiasts or salesmen. Making patchwork art, a necessity for colonial winters, doesn’t thrill my soul. Neither does pruning flowers in the sweltering heat of a swamp-like Florida. Forget sales as a career. I’m not wired that way.Though I don’t understand the excitement about such things, I do understand
why they do what they do. It’s something they love.Read the rest of my article,
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Published on February 27, 2017 03:00