Negotiating as an Artist (Revisited)

by T. Perry Bowers

My dad was an entrepreneur. He built his concrete recycling business while I was growing up. I watched him buy his first rock crusher and I watched him sell the whole thing twenty years later. He was good at what he did. Everyone in the road business knew him and mostly respected him. He was a bit rough around the edges. He would come home with black eyes and bruises once in a while, but in the construction world, that’s just par for the course.