Plow Deep While Sluggards Sleep!

I was doing seminar after seminar in the Midwest, and finally, I had a chance to slow down and to have dinner with one of my friends, who had grown up on a farm.

We had a great chat. He talked about his daily routine as a kid, and I shared with him what it was like to have attended a one-room, red schoolhouse, in the wilds of Michigan.

We exchanged country aphorisms, and I recited one of my favorites, attributed to Benjamin Franklin: