A day's wages
The boys were back in town over the weekend, looking for work. As in, “Grandpa do you have any jobs we can do to earn money?”
Generally I do. I’m always glad to reinforce their belief in the effort-equals-reward equation.
This being firewood-splitting seasons at our house, I had the perfect job for a couple of young go-getters: stacking. I ran the splitter, they fit the splits pieces into a two-cord rack.
After an hour’s labor I asked them if they had had enough. They said no, they wanted to keep working until the rack was filled. It was, after all, their rack.
In modern parlance, the had taken ownership of the job















