One day I was twelve years old and broke. I set out to mow some lawns
with Grandpa's old riding mower. One client was Arnold the stockbroker,
who offered to teach me about: the beauty of capitalism. Supply and
demand. Diversifying labor. Distributing the wealth. "It's groovy, man,"
Arnold said.
The grass grew, and so did business. Arnold invested my money in many
things. One of them was a prizefighter. All of a sudden I was the
sponsor of my very own fighter, Joey Pow. That's when my twelfth summer
got really interesting.
Gary Paulsen's comic story about a summer job becomes a slapstick lesson
in business as one boy turns a mountain of grass into a mountain of
cash.