[Title would go here] When we were young, I remember him getting on the floor to wrestle with us and play, but as he got older… he was generally given to his work. He always said he would much rather be home with us, but by the time I was 10, if I wanted any relationship time with my father, I had to go to work with him, and so I did—often. On the job, he seemed like a completely different person. He treated his laborers like they were disposable, using them until they broke. I caught him in many small lies when he was talking with customers. When I asked him about it, he said something like, “They asked for the stars, but when I gave them a price for the stars, they said they could only pay for the moon, so I’m giving them a moon-priced job. If they wanted higher quality, they should have paid for it.” ...



