The old men sat in their comfortable chairs, completely
disgruntled.
Through the haze of cigars and bourbon, they squinted at
each other querulously.
Their fathers had started with nothing, and worked like
dogs to build their businesses.
Everyone admired them and that’s the way it should be.
It was the way of the world.
These men, these sons who were now old, had never had to
work. Not really.
They’d never struggled or worried about money or wanted
for anything.
And no one who worked for a living admired them.
So, they set the world on fire.
Because they could.
