A Time For Every Season Under Heaven
Seasons of life come and go. Some are warmly remembered while others are quickly forgotten in the rearview mirror of life. About a month ago I decided to draw a close on working at Big Dave's Cigars in Fort Worth. In its place I took on a full-time career with Allen Edmonds in Dallas. While selling shoes may be old hat and the initial career post-High School, I must look back rather nostalgically on the tobacco industry. Upon moving to Fort Worth in 2010, I couldn't seem to break into the shoe industry in the D/FW Metroplex, even if my life depended on it. The proverbial "mark of Cain" must have been writ large on my forehead or stamped somewhere on my work history/resume. As a result, I was forced to pivot and ended up reinventing myself in the cigar and pipe industry. Twelve years and three cigar shops later, hob-knobbing with the likes of Doc Severinsen, Ron White, and Pat Green to name a few, I am called once again to the art of selling footwear along with