When I was 11, my father got me my first client -- for mowing lawns -- back in Springfield, Pennsylvania just outside of Philadelphia.
Being Italian, my father insisted on price controls.
It was a flat $1.25 per lawn -- after all, they were neighbors and they got a discount!
Hey, at that price -- I soon had two lawns to cut. When I tried to raise the price in ensuing years (inflation?), my dad made me give back the increase. And, I mowed these lawns until I moved out and got married.
For $1.25 lawn. No kidding.
I used the money to buy my first tape recorder (a Webcor) and mike so I could practice&hellip
Recent Posts
- The Company Cleaning iHeart’s Clock
- The End of Consolidation
- The Return of Payola
- iHeart Scraping Competitors’ Business
- The Hurry-Up Cumulus Bankruptcy Plan
- Urban One’s Managed Decline
- An Urgent Behind-the-Scenes Cumulus Pivot
- GM Secretly Taking Back In-car Entertainment
- The Podcast Reckoning
- Beasley’s Nepo Problem