My mother brought me up to believe it is sinful to be lazy. One summer, when I was 10, I found myself having to devise a plan that would spare me from painting the picket fence around our Sheridan, Wyo., home. I found an answer that has stood me in good stead in my later life.

"How do you sell flowers?" I asked my mother. She suggested I could call all the hotels and cafes in town. Some said no; others just hung up. "That isn't the way you do it," my mother advised. "You have to paint them a picture....

Want the full story?

Subscribe Now


Get TIME the way you want it

  • One Week Digital Pass — $4.99
  • Monthly Pay-As-You-Go DIGITAL ACCESS$2.99
  • One Year ALL ACCESSJust $30!   Best Deal!
    Print Magazine + Digital Edition + Subscriber-only Content on

Learn more about the benefits of being a TIME subscriber

If you are already a subscriber sign up — registration is free!