Fridays With Fred

I started my first “real” job as a programmer on my 31st birthday. They gave me a quick tour and two thick technical manuals to study and that was it.

I started my first “real” job as a programmer on my 31st birthday. They gave me a quick tour and two thick technical manuals to study and that was it.

I started my first “real” job as a programmer on my 31st birthday. They gave me a quick tour and two thick technical manuals to study and that was it.

I started my first “real” job as a programmer on my 31st birthday. They gave me a quick tour and two thick technical manuals to study and that was it.

I started my first “real” job as a programmer on my 31st birthday. They gave me a quick tour and two thick technical manuals to study and that was it.

It was at a networking event when I ventured across the room to greet someone I didn’t know. “I’m Joe,” they said. I blanked.

Next year is a big year for me — 35th year in business, new building, first grandchild. It’s made me reflective, and, if I’m honest, a little nostalgic. We’ve come a long way since that night in 1984 when it all began.

A few weeks ago, I was getting my driveway re-asphalted and the contractor showed up 15 minutes early. He told me it was a lesson he’d learned from his father, who’d always told him to be early.

My first CPA conference, I was nervous and a bit of a loner. I didn’t know anybody, and I doubt anyone knew me.

This year I had one of the most difficult hikes of my life. I returned to the Appalachian Trail for a six-day trip with our backpacking club. The first four days were excruciating and many times I thought I’d have to turn back.