“Mister, I own a hundred cows…”

“Mister, I own a hundred cows…”

The Stock Exchange

After working for seven years in Mississippi, I moved back to Kentucky in 1981 and one of my first producers meetings was a memorable one in Bowling Green. An older gentleman, who worked as a pharmaceutical representative, was a jovial guy but, perhaps, a bit out of touch.

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