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For You, I'd Become Hercules | 2 | - Auston Matthews

Summary: A happy life with Tyson. That was what you and Auston had been expecting ever since you had moved in. The universe, though, had other plans.

A/N: Here it is! Oh-my-God I couldn’t wait to finally post part two!

Word Count: 5,3k

Warnings: smut, lots of panic and crying, stalking, creepy people, court and lawsuits lmao I think that’s all

“Daddy,” Tyson whined when Emily, his kindergarten teacher, told the parents it was time to leave. “I don’t want you to go,”

“Tys, c’mon, be a good boy,” Auston kneeled near his little boy, gently caressing his back. “You’ll have fun with all the other kids,”

“I’ll pick you up in only a couple of hours, baby,” you whispered, wiping the tear that slipped past Tyson’s eye before kissing his cheek. Your own eyes were glossy, it was hard for you to actually see.

When Auston looked up at you to find some sort of help, you saw just how much everything was affecting him too. Tyson was slowly growing up, already headed off to Kindergarten, and it was especially hard for your lover to let him go. Auston had been his father for years, but he had never thought seeing him start school was going to be that hard, never.

If you hadn’t paid attention to your surroundings, you would have thought it was an angel calling for Tyson; instead, it was a little girl dressed in yellow, her red hair in a high ponytail. “Do you wanna color with me?”

Tyson’s teary eyes left Auston to settle on the little girl, who was pushing a blank paper his way, a bag full of crayons in her other hand. The little boy nodded his head, wiping the remaining tears on his cheeks quickly before sitting down next to her, leaving you and Auston on your own.

“Do we really have to leave?” Auston whispered, watching over his kid, who was smiling like crazy already.

“I think we should,” you mumbled with a strangled giggle, noticing the glances the teacher was giving the two of you, the only parents left inside the classroom. You left the overly decorated room after saying goodbye to Tyson and his new friend, Tiffany.

Your hand slipped into Auston’s when the door was shut behind you, heading towards the car to get back home. The drive was silent, Auston’s hand still linked with yours over the console as he kept his eyes on the packed road.

He missed the turn to reach your condo, instead driving straight away from the city until he reached the top of a hill. He turned the car off just then, finally letting you take in the landscape, the CN Tower seeming so distant from your spot.

The silence inside the car was enough to activate the crowd of thoughts that had been sitting inside your head for what felt like months, your thumb mindlessly caressing the back of Auston’s hand.

After the family trip to Cabo, everything had seemed to move so fast. You had been busy with work, but tried to spend as much time as possible with your boys, which then led to Auston asking you to move in.

It had been a big step, if you had to admit it. Your life after officially living with him and Tyson, though, had become the best life somebody could ask for. You didn’t mind waking up in the middle of the night to Tyson’s crying because of a bad dream, or you didn’t mind packing lunches for three one bit. Secretly, it was the life you had wished for ever since you had been Tyson’s age.

Auston sniffled from your side, catching your attention and finally snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked at him, noticing his red, swollen eyes and his still wet cheeks.

“Aus-”

“He’s just- he’s growing so fast,” he whispered, biting on his lip as he squeezed your hand. “I’m really happy, you know, just kind of shocked he’s leaving us already,”

“It’s just kindergarten, baby,” you reassured him, wiping his cheeks with your palms before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“He’ll be in college before we know it, Y/N,”

You laughed at that, making a smile appear on his own lips as he turned the car back on. “Let’s just focus on the moment,” you whispered, smiling his way before leaning in to kiss him again. “And he’s already made a friend, there’s nothing to worry about,”

“What’s her name, again?”

“Tiffany,” the glare you gave him was enough to make him laugh. “Auston, you’ll have to start remembering his friends’ names, from now on,”

“I will, I will!”

Tyson was running to you with a wide smile the moment you hopped off the car, tackling your legs in a hug. “Mommy!”

“Hey, little man!” You said excitedly, ruffling his hair before sending a quick wave to the teacher. As you propped him into your arms, he started talking about his day, he showed you his drawings when you were strapping him into his seat, and you weren’t shocked to see him fast asleep in the backseat just a few minutes later.

The ride back to your condo was short, with the radio playing lightly in the background as Tyson’s slow breathing filled the car. He didn’t wake up when you propped him back in your arms when you parked the car in the building’s garage, but snapped his eyes open excitedly when he heard the sound of his father’s and godfather’s voice.

“Mitchy!”

You let him to the ground, watching him run towards Mitch and hug his legs in less than a second. “Little man!”

You walked towards the kitchen, reaching the three of them and leaning against Auston’s side. Tyson had already been lifted on top of the island, his shoes barely off as he gained the attention of everyone before he started his monologue about his first school day.

Mitch was listening closely, giving Tyson every ounce of his attention as Auston smiled tenderly. “And I also made a friend! Her name is Tiffany!”

“Tyson is already finding girlfriends, I see,” Mitch teased, tickling his tummy as the two of them laughed. “‘Atta boy!”

Tyson laughed, finally able to skim away from Mitch’s hands and finish his story about the day. By the end, his eyes were droopy, barely staying awake as he tried to focus on what his godfather was saying.

“Let’s go take a nap, Tys,” you whispered, lifting him into your arms before you walked to his room, gently helping him inside his bed. You let your eyes stay on his sleeping form for a little while, gently carding a hand through his hair as you zoned out.

You didn’t hear the front door close, but you were snapped out of your thoughts by a gentle hand on your shoulder, your head snapping around to meet Auston’s eyes.

“Thank you for picking him up,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you close to his chest.

“Of course,” you breathed out as you leaned on the tip of your toes, meeting his lips in a soft kiss. His hands sneaked down to your waist, holding you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

“Oh my God,” he chuckled between kisses. “Not here,”

You giggled, remembering just then you were still in Tyson’s room. He picked you up in less than a second, expertly leading the two of you to his bedroom right after shutting Tyson’s door.

Everything seemed to move so quickly as he sat on your shared bed, your legs straddling his waist as the two of you made out. Your shirt came off pretty quickly, followed soon by his, and you let your hands wander around the newfound skin of his chest.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, his breathing uneven as he let his forehead rest against yours. You nodded your head, grabbing his hands and putting them on your body, giving him your consent. His eyes darkened, positioning you on your back, his body sliding back on top of yours in less than a second.

What had happened after that became history, just two bodies moving against each other in their own first, love-filled dance. You found yourself lying in Auston’s arms a few hours later, your eyes still groggy from the nap and your body feeling pleasantly sore.

“Hey,” Auston whispered, his fingers running through your hair as he smiled at you.

“What time is it?”

“Just a little after five,”

You mindlessly drew shapes on his chest as you relaxed against him, never letting your eyes leave his.

“I love you,” he whispered, everything he had been thinking about spilling from his mouth before he could have even stopped himself. “And it’s fine if you still don’t, you know? I just felt like you should have known,”

Your heart stopped beating for a quick second at his words, a big smile forming on your lips right after his declaration. “Auston?”

He didn’t respond, just hummed your way as his eyes stayed on your intertwined hands. “I love you, too,”

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Tyson ran towards you after another day of school, his entire body excited for what was about to come right after the two of you would get inside the car: his first-ever ice hockey practice.

The small duffle bag was already waiting for him in the backseat, with the tiny skates and the hockey stick they wouldn’t be using for a while, since everyone in the course still wasn’t able to skate.

“Mommy!” He squealed excitedly, jumping in your arms before having you buckle him inside his seat.

“Ready for practice, big boy?” You asked, kissing the top of his head quickly. “We’re picking up auntie Steph on the way,”

He smiled excitedly, looking out of the window as you stepped around the car, closing his door behind yourself. You felt like you were being watched again, the same feeling you had felt that morning when you had dropped Tyson off.

The front of the school was still packed with mothers, fathers, grandparents picking up their little ones, but it didn’t take much for you to figure out who was looking - rather, glaring - at you.

She stood to the side, sketchily smoking a cigarette as her black hair flowed over her shoulders because of the breeze, showing off a big tattoo near her neck. Her eyes never left yours as you stepped inside the car, giving her one last look through the rearview mirror before speeding off towards the rink.

Tyson talked your ears off about his day, but it was hard for you to follow through with his monologue as your mind went back to the woman in the parking lot. You picked Steph up quickly before heading towards the rink, keeping quiet the entire car ride until you unbuckled Tyson from his seat.

“You okay?” Steph whispered, her hand placed carefully on your back as you grabbed Tyson’s bag for him. “You seem kind of shocked,”

“I’ll tell you later,” you mumbled, letting your eyes scan the rink’s parking lot to reassure yourself Tyson was safe. Entering the doors, you were greeted by the coach: a patient-looking man in his fifties whose face lightened up as soon as he saw Tyson.

“Tyson Matthews?” He asked, kneeling down to your boy’s height to shake his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

He later pointed you and Steph to the stands, where a couple more moms and dads were sitting, looking at their kids on the ice.

“You’re worrying me, Y/N,” Steph admitted when the two of you sat down, your leg bouncing anxiously as you looked around the rink for any sign of the woman. “What’s happening?”

“This morning I brought Tyson to kindergarten,” you started, your eyes finally meeting hers as you explained your side of the story. “I felt like I was being watched, you know, as if someone was looking at me,

“I picked Tys up earlier and this woman was watching us, it was creepy,” you admitted, taking a quick look at your phone before letting your eyes find Tyson in the middle of the rink, laughing with another kid. “I’ve never seen her, no idea on who she is,”

“Maybe you should tell Auston,”

“But what if it’s just a coincidence?” You whispered, rubbing your temples with a sigh. “I’ll just- I’ll wait a little and see what happens. He’s already so busy with practice and all,”

“I just want you and Tys to be safe, alright?”

“Yeah,” you muttered under your breath. You tried to relax, letting the sound of skates on ice and kids’ laughter lull you into a state of calmness until almost all the anxiety left your body for the night.

Tyson quickly waved your way, smiling up at you as he showed you he had already learned how to skate. With a proud smile on your lips, you took a video for Auston, and decided to let the entire matter about the woman leave your mind.

Your kid was on the ice for the first time, it was a moment you just couldn’t forget.

-----

You were sure nothing would ever make you as happy as seeing Tyson on the ice did. He seemed to love hockey just like his father did, spending hours on hours on the iced surface just to have some fun.

He had been able to go to one of the team’s practices, he had skated next to his dad, shot pucks as best as he could, and played around with the coaches and the rest of the team. It looked like the kid and the ice were made for one another, and you and Auston couldn’t help but be extremely proud of your boy.

Standing by the glass of the rink, you watched Tyson with his teammates and coach, running after their respective pucks with mini sticks. Aaliyah was on the phone with you, ranting about what her current boyfriend had done during the previous days, her voice annoyed.

“And guess what! He was at the bar with his friends all that time!”

“No way,” you muttered in shock, stifling a laugh when you heard your best friend pouring herself what you could only guess was wine.

“Yeah, and when I went up to talk to him he became super bitchy,” Aaliyah sighed, probably shaking her head. “I’m proud to call him my ex, now,”

“It was time you dropped that asshole,” you admitted, letting your eyes scan the rink, finding Tyson in the middle of the ice, handling his puck with a smile on his lips. When you looked up, though, you realized there was more to the picture.

Behind him, right on the opposite side of where you were standing, stood the woman. The one with the black hair, with the tattoo on her neck. Seeing her there made it clear: it wasn't just a coincidence anymore.

"Man, that guy was truly a douche. He couldn't even make me cum," Aaliyah mumbled in your ear, but you barely even registered her words.

You stared the woman down, deciding what your next move would have been. "Y/N? Are you there?"

"A, I'll call you later," you muttered quickly before ending the call, making your way around the rink to confront the woman. She had been at your neck for days, following you and Tyson around. You were done with it.

She was quick to run away from you, but it didn't stop you from chasing her. You had made it to the exit of the rink, but when your eyes scanned the parking lot, she was nowhere to be seen. No trace of her around you.

Breathless and angry, you went back to your previous place on the stands. Nothing was holding you back anymore, at that point.

You needed to find that woman.

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“No, I don’t think we should advertise it like that, honestly-” your co-worker Martha began speaking, the loud sound of your ringtone interrupting the conversation. Looking down at the screen, you realized Tyson’s kindergarten was calling.

“I’m so sorry, I have to take this one,” you muttered, heart beating out of your chest as you left the meeting room. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N? I’m Emily, Tyson’s teacher,” the woman on the other side spoke. “I called to inform you that someone has been trying to pick Tyson up the entire morning,”

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes bulging out of your head as Emily kept explaining. “She was consistent, didn’t want to leave after we explained to her she wasn’t authorized to pick Tyson up,”

“Can you- can you give me a brief description of her?”

“Uh- dark, long hair, tall, in her twenties,”

It was her. The woman that had been following you all that time. And she had tried to pick Tyson up.

“You didn’t let her take Tyson, right?” You asked, tears springing to your eyes as you panicked.

“Obviously, we didn’t,” she reassured you. “Are you okay, Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“I- uh, I’ve been feeling worried about Tyson’s safety. That woman has been following us for quite a while, now,”

“We can ban her, if it would make you feel safer,” Emily gently said. “I’d also recommend talking to the authorities about it, ma’am,”

“I’ll be there to pick Tyson up in ten,” you shakily said, ending the conversation with the teacher with a quick ‘goodbye’ before leaving your workplace. You had never felt that scared in your entire life, barely holding on as you pulled up to the kindergarten, your heart beating out of your chest.

Before entering the school, you grabbed your phone, dialing Auston’s number. Just as you thought you were going to be sent to his voicemail, his voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Babe?”

“Auston, we- we have a problem,” you sniffled, running a hand through your hair as you looked out of the car window.

“What’s happening, baby?” He asked, sounding worried, too. “Please, talk to me,”

“I’m picking Tyson up right now,” you whispered, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the back of your hand. “Can you come home as soon as possible? We’ll talk there,”

“Sure,” he stuttered out. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I love you, I’ll see you later,”

When you had finally reached home, Tyson speeded off to his room, obviously after greeting his father. You were sure you had never seen Auston that worried in your entire life, a frown masking his face when he saw your teary gaze.

Without even saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a warm hug as you finally let the tears fall. You felt extremely anxious; your worries for Tyson, for Auston, for your own self, were overwhelming.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” Auston whispered in your hair, swaying your bodies to lull you.

“This- this woman,” you sobbed, your tears staining his hoodie. “She’s been following Tyson and me for months,”

Auston’s shock was evident when he quickly cupped your cheeks, attentively making eye contact with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just- I thought it was just a coincidence. She was always at the kindergarten, I thought she was just there to pick up her kid,” you admitted. “But then I also started seeing her at the rink, and today Emily called me to tell me that woman had attempted to pick Tyson up multiple times,”

“Fuck,” Auston muttered, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at you. “We should probably call the police,” He sat on the couch, wrapping his arms around you when you settled next to him. “Can you maybe describe her for me?”

“Black hair, skinny, tall,” you mumbled. “I don’t know if it’s helpful, but she always wears red lipstick,”

Something clicked inside Auston’s mind, you could have told. Pictures of her crowded his mind as he tried comparing her and the woman you had described. Scrambling for something he remembered her for, he could only come up with one of the most obvious things about her. Tattoos.

“Does she have a neck tattoo? Close to the shoulder area,”

With your eyebrows scrunched, you nodded your head, remembering quite easily about the inked skin you had noticed. His head dropped in his hands, making your heart beat against your ribcage heavily. “What are you thinking, Aus?”

“That’s Jessica,”

Tyson’s mother.

-----

Auston had never thought she would have come back. She had made it clear that night: she wasn’t going to come back; and yet, there she was. She had been following his son and his girlfriend around, creeping around them like a stalker, scaring them to death.

They didn’t deserve it, at all, was all he thought. He had never seen Y/N that shocked in his entire life, tears of fear and worry streaming down her face. It made his blood boil, it made him angry to see her like that. Jessica was going to pay.

With a sigh, he looked at himself in the foggy mirror: the dark bags under his eyes - the first thing you could notice about his appearance - were the result of a couple sleepless nights spent to figure out what he was going to do, how he was going to help you. His unshaven stubble peeked out, reminding him of all the mornings spent in front of papers, trying to solve the big knot that was child custody, something he had been so clueless about for his entire life.

And then came his eyes. They were filled with anger, with frustration.

He had been the happiest man on Earth ever since Y/N had come back in his life, stealing his heart all over again; Jessica wasn’t going to ruin his life just when he was at his happiest.

-----

“So we should settle for a restraining order?” Auston asked, mindlessly stepping around your room as he talked to his lawyer. “I’m afraid this might need more than just a restraining order,”

You sighed when you heard the doorbell, stepping out of your room and finding Tyson playing with Ema, who had been kind enough to help you and Auston during the complicated situation you had been going through. You had kept Tyson away from kindergarten for his safety, what had previously happened with Jessica was enough to scare you to death.

“I’ll take the door,” you whispered to Ema, who was silently looking at her grandson, a worried look on her features.

The doorbell rang again, this time snapping the toddler out of his thoughts. He latched onto your side, a clueless smile planting itself onto his lips as he waited for you to open the door.

It shocked you to see that familiar tattoo so closely, every detail imprinting itself in your memory. Jessica stood in front of you with all her pride, her eyes gingerly falling on your face before flying down to Tyson.

“Look at my baby,” she whispered under her breath, kneeling down to the kid’s height to take a good look at him. Putting all the shock aside, your protectiveness took over, pushing Tyson away from her.

“Don’t even look at him,” you hissed, eyes cold as they found hers.

“Baby, the lawyer is asking-”

Auston stopped in his tracks when he saw who was at the door, quickly stepping towards the two of you to stand by your side. Ema also joined the scene, picking Tyson up and sending the mother of her grandchild a glare before leaving the room.

“Jessica, what do you want?” Auston was quick to ask, his voice filled with venom.

“Auston,” Jessica greeted him, smirking your way. “I want my kid back,”

“After everything you’ve done to us?!” Auston raised his voice. “You left him on my doormat, Jessica. You left us alone with no help and now you come back?! You’ll never be able to see my son again,”

“Our son,” she specified, looking at you as she reminded you who really was the mother of the kid you loved so much, a pang of pain hitting your heart.

“Don’t even try to consider him yours,” you hissed, clenching your jaw. You had had enough. “Tyson doesn’t have a mother because you abandoned him and never came back,”

“You will never be his mother, no matter how hard you try,”

“At least I try to be present in his life, Jessica,” you said, your fists clenched into balls as you stared her down. “At least I show him love, I treat him as my own son. You won’t take him away from us, no matter how hard you try,”

“We’ll see you in court,” Auston said sharply from your side, wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you, to support you.

“Oh, is that how things are going to go?” Jessica huffed, rolling her eyes. “Just let me see my kid,”

“You don’t even call him by his name, do you expect us to let you meet him?” you snapped. “We will see you in court, and you should leave the building before I call the police,”

“You won’t forget about me, girl,” she hissed before walking away, leaving you to stare at her back as she left. Your heart was still beating against your ribcage, so fast from all the adrenaline when Auston pulled you back inside your house, wrapping his arms around you in a firm hug.

“Auston, I-” you cried, sniffling against his chest as you finally let yourself relax in his hold. “I’m so scared,”

“She’s never going to take Tyson from us, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise,”

“Mommy?” Tyson’s voice was small, you barely even heard it. “Mommy, don’t cry,”

Even more tears left your eyes at his words, and he was quick to find himself in your arms, hugging you tightly.

“Oh, Tys, I love you so much,” you sobbed, tightening your grip around his smaller body as you enjoyed the moment. “I will always love you, no matter what. Okay, Tys?”

The toddler nodded your way, his eyes soft as he let his face hide in the crook of your neck. Auston joined the two of you, kissing the top of your heads before swaying all of your bodies from side to side.

“We’ll be alright,” he whispered in your ear. “We’ll be alright,”

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You hadn’t expected to ever find yourself in court for something as serious as child custody, ever. You were nervous, to say the least. You, Auston, and Tyson were in the hands of one of the best lawyers specialized in child custody; you had been reassured you’d win the case at least twenty times already, but it didn’t help to calm your nerves.

In the short time that had divided your first real encounter with Jessica and the day of the sentence, you had truly started appreciating every single moment you had with Tyson. God only knew what was going to happen in that room.

Auston held your hand during the entire sentence, squeezing your palm every time he’d feel you getting nervous. As the matters were discussed via your respective lawyers, you let your eyes peek in Jessica’s direction.

She was dressed in black, her usual signatures - the bright red lipstick painting her lips, and her neck tattoo - shining under the lights of the room. ‘How could such a beautiful person live without kindness, or love, for her own son?’ You asked yourself. ‘How could she heartlessly leave Tyson and Auston alone, and come back years later to try and snatch him away from the loving hands of his father?’

You spaced out, blocking the sound of people talking, focusing on the ground. In your head, you replayed every single moment you had been able to spend with Tyson, the little boy that had stolen your heart.

You focused on every important moment: the time in the hospital, the lazy Sundays spent with your boys and Felix on the couch, the gala where Tyson first called you ‘mommy’, his first practice.

‘We do not remember days, we remember moments’, was what Cesare Pavese had once said, and finding Tyson and Auston finally made you really understand what he meant, with that quote.

“The sole custody of Tyson James Matthews will be given to the father, Auston Taylour Matthews,” the judge, a middle-aged woman, spoke. “Have a good day,”

It felt as if your heart started beating again, when she spoke those words. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you looked at Auston, who was equally as happy as you were.

Even if not appropriate, he pulled you in a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck as the two of you created another moment together. Ema, who had been sitting behind you all that time, joined the two of you with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“We did it, baby,” Auston whispered, sniffling slightly as he wiped a fresh set of tears from your cheeks. “We finally did it,”

You spent the afternoon trying to explain the situation to Tyson as best as you could, his curious questions bringing you even more happiness. As much as you wanted to spend the entire night with your boys, Auston was determined to bring you out to dinner.

The entire deal about Tyson’s custody had made both of you extremely busy, you barely even were able to see each other. Mrs. Blake had been more than happy to keep Tyson for the night, and maybe you really needed to spend a night with your lover.

“You look beautiful,” Auston said from behind you, nervously fidgeting as he looked at you putting on your favorite set of earrings.

“And you look nervous,” you giggled, turning around to press a kiss to his lips. “Do I still make you nervous, Matthews?”

“How could you not?” He smirked sweetly down at you, kissing you another time before grabbing your clutch for you. “Let’s go, baby. This is our night,”

You laughed, spinning in his arms before slipping in a pair of heels, ready to leave your condo and get to the restaurant. The look of shock you had given Auston the moment he parked in front of the CN Tower was enough to make him laugh as he helped you out of the car like the gentleman he was.

He spoiled you with a wonderful dinner, talking about everything in front of a glass of wine and the beautiful view of Toronto. Your dessert was brought to you after a while: two nice bowls of ice cream, just what you always used to order when you were kids.

“You know, I was thinking about it,” Auston mumbled, clearing his throat as he pushed the spoon with the last few remnants of ice cream into his mouth. “And we’ve been together for almost a year,”

“Damn, you’re right,” you chuckled in amazement. Time had gone past so quickly you had barely even noticed it.

“This has been the best year of my life,” he admitted, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand, his palm sweaty. “And I wish the next ones could be as perfect as this one year we spent together,”

You smiled at him, biting on your lip as the butterflies in your stomach kept dancing to the music that was his love.

“I know it’s probably too soon, but I just can’t help myself, Y/N,”

A hand cupped your mouth as you finally realized what he actually had meant, and when he let himself sink on one knee, opening a velvet box with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen inside, tears started to spill from your eyes.

“We’ve been through hell and back to be where we are now, and you’ve loved me unconditionally no matter what I did or what I said. You’re the only one I want, you’re the only one I need. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

It was a no-brainer. You didn’t even have to think about your answer, it was clear.

“Yes!”

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jenryland · 5 years

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Review: The Past is Never

I love the lurid kind of Gothic fiction, but I also adore the (more literary) Southern Gothic genre in the tradition of William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor and Toni Morrison. Happily, I loved The Past is Never – check out my review below!

The Past is Never by Tiffany Quay Tyson. Published by Skyhorse on March 8, 2018. Thanks to the publisher for sending me a review copy.

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#adult fiction #gothic

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andrewmawby · 4 years

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

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I’ve decided to start these tribute issues in an attempt to immortalize those who know the importance of why certain things done “the old way” continue to trump newer attempts to solve day-to-day problems we all face.

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Doing things “the old way” was mentioned to me by a dear friend, Mary Gene Kling. She had the good fortune to work for Jim Aglamesis at his satellite ice cream parlor in Montgomery, Ohio her sophomore and junior year in college.

My youngest daughter also worked for Jim and his daughter Dianne about thirteen or fourteen years ago. Over the years, both Mary Gene and my daughter have shared some nuggets about Jim and working at one of the most historic ice cream parlors in the USA.

Deeply Disturbing

Over the past few years, I’ve seen a frightening upward trend of complaints and horror stories concerning poor quality construction work. Some of these have hit quite close to home and have become personal. If my email inbox is an accurate barometer, there are many more construction horror stories out there versus tales of customers who rave about their contractors.

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

My first real conversation with Jim happened probably thirty years ago when he and I were in the same continuing education class. Every three years, we were required to take thirty hours of classroom work to keep our Ohio real estate broker’s licenses up to date. I immediately recognized Jim having seen him working at his business for years. But I’d never had a chance to talk with him.

We immediately became friends. It didn’t take long to discover that we both had been cut from the same bolt of fabric. At the end of one of the classes, Jim invited me to stop by his historic ice cream parlor where I could get a behind-the-scenes look at how ice cream and candy were made the old way. The ice parlor, complete with imported Portuguese marble and Tiffany lamps is yet another great example of “the old way”.

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

As he gained more responsibility, he worked on the equipment in the factory that refrigerated the ice cream. If memory serves me right, the refrigerant used was ammonia. Breathing in the leaking ammonia all those years ago had damaged his vocal cords. Are you starting to get a feel for Jim and how hands-on he was?

Quality vs. Quantity

Jim had the opportunity to grow his father and uncle’s business making it huge. Other Cincinnati food-business rivals had expanded like this. All you have to do is look at a map of all the Skyline Chili vs. the Gold Star chili parlors. Then look at the single Camp Washington Chili Parlor in Cincinnati.

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

If you’ve ever been to Cincinnati, then you know about an ice cream company that’s similar to Aglamesis Brothers. It’s Graeter’s. It’s another old fashioned ice cream business started years ago but their owners decided to go big, expanding to multiple stores and other cities.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s, he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

Is Aglamesis ice cream better than Graeters? Well, you’ll need to get a sample from each parlor and decide for yourself. Me, I’m partial to Jim’s mocha chip ice cream with the massive chocolate chips.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

I had the blessing of talking to Jim’s daughter Dianne Lytle just a few days ago. She mentioned that Jim is still with us, but his normal daily routine has changed. Until last fall, Jim still came to the ice cream parlor each day wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and tie and he was over 92 years old.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

Jim loved his business and his work so much that it was best for him - for his life - to go into the parlor each day, watch the ice cream and candy being made, visit with his valued employees and friends, and continue to be part of it all.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You know that old saying, When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Jim cared so much about the quality of his products that each day, he drove from the Oakley store to the only other location, the Montgomery Aglamesis storefront, to check on all aspects of the business. He wanted to make sure that all was well. He continued doing this until quite recently.

That deep concern for quality was not lost on his employees. There’s not a doubt in my mind that anyone who worked for Aglamesis Brothers felt the passion Jim had for his business. What are some of the other old sayings? Actions speak louder than words. Lead by example. Jim’s employees, and his son and daughter, saw his actions and leadership day in day out.

You and Jim

I’m writing this tribute to Jim Aglamesis, knowing that you might want to share it with friends, family, co-workers, or even republish it on any social media you use. I hope you do. You have my permission.

I know there are still workers in every business that treat what they do as a vocation, not just a job. Jim might be an extreme example of this and yes, he owned the business. But you don’t have to own a business to take extreme pride in what you do knowing that you’re determined to do the best possible work each hour, each day.

Just this morning on my walk, I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson reflected on the past ten years of his work and said, “I used to be on the job at 6:30 and stay until 5:30. I thought working more was the answer. It’s not. Now I work from 8:00 until 3:30 and pay far more attention to detail than I used to. To me, it’s all about quality. Whatever I don’t get done today, I’ll do tomorrow and it will be done well.”

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

Believe me, there are others out there like Tyson. These are the people you want to work on your home. You just have to take some time when interviewing contractors to discover their answer to “What’s best in life?”. When you know they value quality over quantity, you’ve found your contractor.

If you live in or near Cincinnati, it’s well worth your time to make the trip to Aglamesis Brothers. You won’t be sorry. Once the weather cools down, they’ll ship their ice cream and candy to just about anywhere in the contiguous 44 states and four commonwealths.

You can bet once we get to late September, I’ll be placing my order for more mocha chip ice cream and a couple of pounds of dark chocolate pecandes. I know they’ll be perfect because Jim’s son Randy and daughter Dianne are continuing the tradition of hands-on quality ensuring that nothing but the best pass through your lips and mine.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from. CLICK or TAP HERE.

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This tribute appeared in the June 28, 2020 AsktheBuilder.com newsletter. CLICK or TAP HERE to subscribe.

If you’ve been a subscriber for months or years, welcome. You’ll immediately notice this issue is very different. Trust me, you’ll be glad you read it.

This Week’s Song

I listen to music when I create this newsletter and I felt this movie soundtrack conveyed the mood I’m in. See if you agree. Listen to it as you continue to read. CLICK or TAP HERE

Jim Aglamesis

This is Jim Aglamesis with some of his famous ice cream.

I’m long overdue in recognizing people I know who practice the Ask the Builder motto you see at the bottom of each issue of this newsletter: Do It Right, Not Over!

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Deeply Disturbing

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

My first real conversation with Jim happened probably thirty years ago when he and I were in the same continuing education class. Every three years we were required to take thirty hours of classroom work to keep our Ohio real estate broker’s licenses up to date. I immediately recognized Jim having seen him working at his business for years. But I’d never had a chance to talk with him.

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

Quality vs. Quantity

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You know that old saying, When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Jim cared so much about the quality of his products that each day he drove from the Oakley store to the only other location, the Montgomery Aglamesis storefront, to check on all aspects of the business. He wanted to make sure that all was well. He continued doing this until quite recently.

You and Jim

Just this morning on my walk I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

You can bet once we get to late September I’ll be placing my order for more mocha chip ice cream and a couple of pounds of dark chocolate pecandes. I know they’ll be perfect because Jim’s son Randy and daughter Dianne are continuing the tradition of hands-on quality ensuring that nothing but the best pass through your lips and mine.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter

Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com

BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com

FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from.CLICK or TAP HERE.

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This tribute appeared in the June 28, 2020 AsktheBuilder.com newsletter. CLICK or TAP HERE to subscribe.

If you’ve been a subscriber for months or years, welcome. You’ll immediately notice this issue is very different. Trust me, you’ll be glad you read it.

This Week’s Song

I listen to music when I create this newsletter and I felt this movie soundtrack conveyed the mood I’m in. See if you agree. Listen to it as you continue to read. CLICK or TAP HERE

Jim Aglamesis

This is Jim Aglamesis with some of his famous ice cream.

I’m long overdue in recognizing people I know who practice the Ask the Builder motto you see at the bottom of each issue of this newsletter: Do It Right, Not Over!

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Deeply Disturbing

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

Quality vs. Quantity

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You and Jim

Just this morning on my walk I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter

Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com

BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com

FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from.CLICK or TAP HERE.

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This tribute appeared in the June 28, 2020 AsktheBuilder.com newsletter. CLICK or TAP HERE to subscribe.

If you’ve been a subscriber for months or years, welcome. You’ll immediately notice this issue is very different. Trust me, you’ll be glad you read it.

This Week’s Song

I listen to music when I create this newsletter and I felt this movie soundtrack conveyed the mood I’m in. See if you agree. Listen to it as you continue to read. CLICK or TAP HERE

Jim Aglamesis

This is Jim Aglamesis with some of his famous ice cream.

I’m long overdue in recognizing people I know who practice the Ask the Builder motto you see at the bottom of each issue of this newsletter: Do It Right, Not Over!

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Deeply Disturbing

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

Quality vs. Quantity

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You and Jim

Just this morning on my walk I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter

Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com

BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com

FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from.CLICK or TAP HERE.

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2, 6 and 17!

2. Did you reread anything? What?

D.V. by Diana Vreeland my beloved

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

I keep hoping my library will magically find some copies of Angela Carter's The Bloody Chamber or Roland Barthes' The Language of Fashion but noooooooo

17. Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

Someone mentioned offhand Tiffany Quay Tyson's book The Past is Never as a good example of a book that deserves to be way more successful than it is, so I picked it up based solely on that rec... and GODDAMN. Turns out they do actually sometimes make southern gothic writers like they used to.

send me a book ask!

#glances guiltily at my TBR #all books i know i ought to read but what if i read another book about fashion instead #books #reading recs #wedonnotcare

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my url? :)

Roleplaying/Writing

My favorite muse(s) of theirs and why: It’s an honest to god tie between Joe, Marek, Tama and Colby lol. Marek and Tama because they’re rarely seen in the rp world and Tiffany has them so uniquely well done that anything with them is always an interesting read. Joe an Colby because they were the first muses I saw Tiff do that interested me, and her writing for them usually makes me envious lol. There’s always something different with her muses that I don’t always see, essentially.

My favorite interaction/thread of theirs: Right now it’s Tiffany’s thread with Amber. I hate angst but with this one thread, I’m the epitome of that damn popcorn eating gif lol.

My thoughts on their unique characterization/interpretation of their muse(s): It’s amazing. There’s always something different, as mentioned above, but Tiff also has the voices of her muses down pat and she knows them well, never seeming insecure with them, which is something I envy also.

My thoughts on their writing style as a whole: lmao, what else have I been doing these past two questions? :P Their writing is amazing.

Situation(s)/Plot(s) I’d love to see their muse(s) in: Something they’re not normally in - AU’s, definitely, but also like, canon divergence au’s, if that makes sense.

Someone else I love seeing them interact with: Oh man, I have no idea.

Anything else I want to say about their roleplaying: It is literally amazing.

If We Know Each Other

What I Think Are Their Best Qualities: I don’t know to be honest - Overall, Tiff is super nice but we don’t talk much OOC, which is definitely a shame.

What I Think Are Their Strengths: Their creativity. I always see them writing with multiples of one muse but never the same type of interaction, and that is an amazing thing to be able to do.

A Memorable OOC Interaction Of Ours: Our very first OOC interaction, where I bought up that Tama Tonga Rolleigns tweet, lol.

Why Others Should RP With Them: Because of amazing skills and a super friendly mun.

How Others Should Approach Them: I’m going to say with memes.

Other Roleplayers I’d Recommend To Them: All of them.

Anything else I want to say about them: Writing with them is so much fun.

If We Have/Plan To Interact Together

A plot I’d like to write with them: Uh, I have no idea. I’m stuck. I’m fine with writing anything tbh.

A muse I want to introduce to them: Oh, uh. Possibly my Jinder. Or my Charlotte. Or my Tye. Or my Tyson. IDK, so many options.

A ship/broship I’d like to propose to them: See above.

A thread with them I’m excited about: All of them.

Anything else I want to say: We need to write more lol.

@monumcntal wanted their url mentioned.

#💕 jamie loves y'all | random love thrown out #monumcntal

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Donald Trump: The Businessman and Entrepreneur Who Has Redefined Politics

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andrewmawby · 4 years

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This tribute appeared in the June 28, 2020, AsktheBuilder.com newsletter. CLICK or TAP HERE to subscribe.

If you’ve been a subscriber for months or years, welcome. You’ll immediately notice this issue is very different. Trust me, you’ll be glad you read it.

This Week’s Song

I listen to music when I create this newsletter and I felt this movie soundtrack conveyed the mood I’m in. See if you agree. Listen to it as you continue to read. CLICK or TAP HERE

Jim Aglamesis

This is Jim Aglamesis with some of his famous ice cream.

I’m long overdue in recognizing people I know who practice the Ask the Builder motto you see at the bottom of each issue of this newsletter: Do It Right, Not Over!

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Deeply Disturbing

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

Quality vs. Quantity

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s, he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You and Jim

Just this morning on my walk, I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from. CLICK or TAP HERE.

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Jim Aglamesis – Tribute to a Gentle Giant

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This tribute appeared in the June 28, 2020 AsktheBuilder.com newsletter. CLICK or TAP HERE to subscribe.

If you’ve been a subscriber for months or years, welcome. You’ll immediately notice this issue is very different. Trust me, you’ll be glad you read it.

This Week’s Song

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Jim Aglamesis

This is Jim Aglamesis with some of his famous ice cream.

I’m long overdue in recognizing people I know who practice the Ask the Builder motto you see at the bottom of each issue of this newsletter: Do It Right, Not Over!

Maybe you know someone who models the best of doing things “the old way”. If so, type your short story in the comments section below. I’d love to hear about them.

Deeply Disturbing

What does this have to do with Jim Aglamesis? Everything.

Classroom Buddies

Jim is in the center and Randy his son is on the left. Note the imported marble counter and the authentic Tiffany lamps.

What an eye-opening experience that visit was! Jim spoke with a soft voice and shared why. He’d started to work in the parlor doing odd jobs, just before the great WW ll.

Quality vs. Quantity

I happened to work at the fourth Skyline Chili parlor in Clifton back in high school and college.

When Jim took control of the company in the 1950s he decided that quality would always be more important than quantity.

Perhaps he had goals in life other than money. Maybe he was smart enough to realize that as a business grows, so does the stress.

What is Best in Life?

There are quite a few correct answers to this question. Arnold Schwarzeneeger had a classic answer when he was sitting on his throne in the movie Conan the Barbarian. CLICK or TAP HERE to listen.

More importantly, YOU need to choose wisely and not poorly when you make life decisions. Be SURE to watch the second video on that page!

I never got to ask Jim “What is best in life?”. I believe you just have to look at his legacy for the answer.

Think about that. Seriously, think about that.

How many people are that dedicated to ensuring quality is tied to their name?

When the Cat’s Away

You and Jim

Just this morning on my walk I got to talk with Tyson. Tyson installed gutters on my NH home ten years ago and now he's installing the vinyl siding on a new home on my street.

Tyson has figured it out. It’s all about being so proud of what you make or create that you’re willing to take ownership of it, to sign your name to it.

That’s quite enough for a delicious Sunday.

Tim Carter

Founder - www.AsktheBuilder.com

BEST CLEANER - SOLD OUT - www.StainSolver.com

FIELD DAY NOW! - www.W3ATB.com

Do It Right, Not Over!

P.S. Would you like a list of interview questions that will help you find out if the contractor you’re considering values quality over quantity?

You don’t have to ask them all. There are lots to choose from.CLICK or TAP HERE.

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