triticale - the wheat / rye guy

Parental Pride

One of my intentions when I started blogging was to post some of the exploits of my son. He really does use the name Emrack under some circumstances, altho he is better known by just two of those letters. He is sometimes quoteworthy - "Cool can't be bought" - but his own tales depend too much on inflection and gesture to be effectively transcribed.

One of the things I always admired about him has been his money sense. When he was eight years old, he was issued his first clothing allowance. He headed out to the local thrift emporium, run by Gujaratis for profit on behalf of the Amvets, and came home with the only sixty cent pair of blue jeans in his size which featured a working zipper. The summer he was ten he went out and applied for a job for his first time, passing out pizza flyers along with the twelve year olds on the block. He also did the flier gig the following summer, and he spend the monetary portion of his pay (they also got paid in pizza) buying fishing lures at yard sales. He then sold these at Scout camp, priced in accordance with supply and demand. That little venture doesn't hold a candle to the accomplishments of another eleven year old I've just learned about.