[bkcunningham1]

One of my first jobs outside of the region where I was reared was working for a boss from downtown Boston. After a couple of weeks of enthusiastically
working for someone I thought, at the time, was one of the most unappreciative people on God's green earth, we nearly came to blows.

He finally pulled me aside and asked me what I meant when he would need something done, and I'd quickly respond, " I don't care to make that call." " I don't care to write that story." " I don't care to "...do whatever he asked.

Of course, I meant I did not mind doing whatever he had asked. He thought I didn't want to do the chore and was begrudgingly doing whatever he'd asked.

I was young and carefree, eager to learn and do any job. I didn't have a care in the world. I didn't care for him much at the time; but I grew to care for him.