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
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