It was mid-summer and a beautiful sunny day in Sioux City, Iowa. The year was 1949; I was eight years old. I said in a very loud voice: “hey mom there’s nothing to do!” My mother very quickly replied: “son your bed needs making, the lawn needs mowing, and the trash needs carrying out. From that moment on I never asked another person to come up with something for me to do. I have been quite creative in designing a multitude of fun things for me to do. Life is boring to boring people. I do not spend time being bored. This early experience has contributed to quite a magnificent life.