We had a gentleman Attorney in our town, while I was growing up. He and his family were, and still are highly thought of. I want to throw in here that I went to school with his daughters, both were older than I. One of those girls is the mother of Summer Sanders of Olympic Gold Medal fame. Our little town needs to latch onto the few claims to fame that we have.
Her Grandpa Keith, the attorney, was a busy attorney, performed a lot business tax services, played golf, and he played at life. He was a friendly sort. He was kind of a man's man, if you know what I mean. He had a quick smile and was friendly to everyone in town no matter their background.
He could be seen after work walking across the street to the local pub. He would be there for a short time, to test the waters. Catch up on the gossip, buy a round, and hear the latest and best stories, and then leave.
One evening, he entered the bar where a conversation was already in progress. As he came thru the door someone says, "Hey Keith, I've decided I worry too much and I want to hire someone to do my worrying for me.... you interested in the job?"
Keith said with that sly smile, "You're always talking about how you don't have any money, how are you gonna pay me?" There was a bit of silence and the man said, "well, that can be your first worry."