Mr. Young’s Hardware
“Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” — Mark Twain
There are parts of Kearny, NJ that consist of noisy, grimy factories and warehouses. The town is not too far from Newark or from New York. Incorporated in 1867, it was named after a Civil War general killed in 1862. It seems that all you see and hear in these parts of Kearny are people on their way to and from their jobs, or actually working. The faces here seem to hold back their smiles and happiness for when they’re home, or for when they are facing people that they know. I was only in Kearny for a very brief time.
I have nearly always been fortunate to have jobs that didn’t seem like jobs. This is because as the inherent routine of each one began to make it feel like a job, I would quit and go out to find a new occupation. A gaffer’s day was so varied, I wanted to do that and nothing else for over 15 years. Producing movies was enjoyable for only a short while. I could barely do it for five, and then only for a friend of mine.
One job I did have, though, was real work from the very start, and it lasted for about six years. I was…
