Walking down a path, sun shining, breeze blowing lightly. A small child's hand in mine. Ahead is a park bench. We sit an talk for a while.
The little one asks "Grandaddy, what is the secret to success?"
I think, well I always thought that you just had to work hard. But then I remembered the last 30 years.
"Well son, I hate to put it to you this way. But you have to out work and out smart the bastards. Don't tell mom and grandmother I said that."
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