I like to tell the story about how I sold magazines as a kid in the seventh grade in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’d go door to door, and I always had to be the best salesman. I wanted to go back to my junior high school and win the prize for the day of having sold the most magazines. That was a challenge for me. Or collecting waste paper, old newspaper. I’d go around, and I’d collect, and keep them in the garage. And my mother would say, “When are you going to get rid of that stuff?” and I said, “Well, when you take me down to the waste paper dump, we’ll get rid of it then.” And I’d collect it in my wheelbarrow, and go around the neighborhood, and she’d take me down and we’d load it on the scales, and they’d pay me $1.36, or whatever it was, for my newspaper, and I’d go back and do it again.