Saturdays were work days. While other kids were watching football, we were outside mowing grass, raking leaves, hauling branches. Our friends quickly learned that if they came over on a Saturday, they better be ready to grab a rake too.
I still laugh thinking about the one time dad went to a South Carolina football game. He came home and said, “Who spends an entire Saturday tailgating when they could be doing something productive?”
Nothing has changed. Just the other week, my brother Warren went over to help Dad with a speech and found him hauling mulch and planting flowers in the yard. He had looked into hiring someone but decided he could do it cheaper and better himself.
