Upon returning from WWII, my dad worked for the next forty years as a machinist for a local manufacturing company. We lived a modest lifestyle, but we wanted for nothing. I grew up the youngest of five kids at the tail end of the Baby Boom.
I was a solid athlete in high school, and that attracted the attention of the soccer coach at Bentley College (Waltham, MA). My freshman year, the housing department paired me with Dennis, who ran cross-country and track. We remained friends and roommates for the duration. Four years of Bentley business prepared me well, and I followed the path most travelled into corporate America. My thought process was simple; if I work hard, I will have a job for life.
The path most travelled
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