Oh, read the article. It’s about having land that will bring enough to keep you in comfort for the rest of your life, versus working hard to make much less, and your children not wanting that life.
I bought a Christmas tree from a real scruffy farm, “Wayne’s Christmas Trees,” surrounded by developments, run by a stubborn old man who’d had a stroke and was barely getting around, who insisted on sawing it down himself one-handed, and whose tying it on the car left much to be desired (I had to buy clothesline a few miles down the road.) Now he could sell out and buy the finest retirement accomodations, but I think they’ll have to carry him out, and when they do, his sons won’t be running Wayne’s Christmas tree farm or any holiday tree farm.
It’s a beautiful tree. I’ll save the bird’s nest from it, and think of a stubborn old farmer.
We have an old man, 82, that collects our scrap metal. He works about half of the year, owns all his trucks and the land, free and clear. He made $100,000 last year, but his kids don't want to be in the junk business, because it requires real work and you get dirty.