My dad taught me how to drive a car. He was very patient. He had a big Studebaker, a 7 passenger one, because he had stores in Springfield, Worcester, and Lowell, and after we moved to Worcester (which we moved to because it was the middle of the three stores), so when merchandise came in, he would sort it out and then drive part of it to each store. And that’s how I learned how to drive; he took me with him to the stores. So I grew up trimming windows and straightening inventory and being his saleslady. So I hate a sales pitch, and you recognize them when you hear them. No, I didn’t hate working; I found it interesting. I’m sure if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it. I still like business. I think it’s always a challenge. I’m probably my father’s daughter. And I married a husband who had no interest in money or business. He was a physician. So I kept his books. That worked out well for him.
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