 East Central South Dakota | I understand and I very much don't mean to be judgmental. We had bankers in the yard in the 80's. We worked in a manner that is almost hard to relate to by today's standards. Sometimes I will start sweating when I think back about what we were forced to endure. But funny thing is, it is the bad years and bad times I remember the most and in a perverted sort of way it is the years I most cherish. Digging in the financial hole next to my dad is a precious memory. We all have to ask ourselves; would it be right to deny the ones coming behind us the chance to experience the heat of the fire of financial distress and what it takes to survive it. |