Inher-Tit-Ance Pt. 1 of 2
It was a bittersweet day. With the paychecks for going on my first couple of big jobs in the bank, I could safely afford my apartment, truck, as well as the property tax, maintenance, and electric bill on my grandfather’s old hunting and fishing cabin. The boss had even quietly given me a cash bonus once he saw my welds and how efficiently I laid them down on that first warehouse project. He told me that he’d do everything in his power to match anybody else’s job offers as well. When you’re working for a company with a glowing twenty-year track record, that’s a nice little bit of job security right there. Mom and Dad had been trying to convince me to sell his cabin ever since Grandpa passed away. I was the only one …