Many families have a “rich uncle,” and I had mine. My father’s brother had the knack. Whatever he did seemed to prosper. A product of hard times in the Great Depression, he had known poverty, scratching out a living on his father’s truck farm raising vegetables for market. He was highly motivated to do well and had the energy, drive, and desire to pursue his dreams and ambitions. As the years rolled by, his efforts paid off as he plowed the earnings from his automobile business into real estate. He acquired city property, houses, apartments, farmland—any property that was for sale.
