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You never know what’s going to happen. Back then there were more teachers than students and I don’t think anyone grows up. What if I don’t want to be promoted? It’s like learning a foreign language. Managing the cash flow was the trickiest part of the job. People knew. I listened and responded to their problems, questions, concerns. Good citizens pay bills on time, they show town pride. I am grateful to live and work and appreciate a good town we have for children. Everyone works to find common ground. But I can’t relate. Good work cannot be rewarded. We breed animus and resentment.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
An Interview With My Father, Former Town Treasurer
You never know what’s going to happen. Back then there were more teachers than students and I don’t think anyone grows up. What if I don’t want to be promoted? It’s like learning a foreign language. Managing the cash flow was the trickiest part of the job. People knew. I listened and responded to their problems, questions, concerns. Good citizens pay bills on time, they show town pride. I am grateful to live and work and appreciate a good town we have for children. Everyone works to find common ground. But I can’t relate. Good work cannot be rewarded. We breed animus and resentment.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
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