Earl

After being in the carpet trade for nearly 50 years (as a salesman and owner), Earl Glenn retired in 2005 at the age of 73. “I had prostate cancer,” he told me. “It seemed the best thing to do.”

Three years later, the owner of his former business lured Earl back with promises of half-day hours (he comes in at noon) and free time when there are no customers.

“I like to work puzzles, play games and read,” said Earl. “I feel good. I gotta be doing something.”

I met Earl six years ago when Charlotte and I took over management of our rental properties. I was impressed with the effect he had on customers. He would wait on two at a time, while younger salesmen stood nearby hoping someone would come in the door who didn’t ask for Earl.

“I enjoy people. That’s the important thing,” said Earl.

Today, I had Earl measure the rooms we are carpeting in the new place. With his characteristic grin, this 84-year-old complained about the long climb to the front door and the two sets of stairs to follow.

“I oughta get paid extra for that,” he said.

No, Earl, I thought. You should be paid extra for the inspiration you’re giving me.