The day I found out I come from a long line of crooks and thieves.... So, this story starts back in the days when lumber was THE industry. My family lived in a small town so everybody did pretty much nothing else other than working for a farm or a lumber yard, but this was also a time in which literally the entire country was still working the land. Now, I don't claim to be any kind of expert on this business or its operations, all I know is that my great great great....grandfather (on my moms side) was working for this guy who owned this lumber yard at this time. My great great grandfather is then asked to pick up an order from another lumber yard up in New York (why that makes sense, I don't know). So, his boss gives him the money for the order then tells him to go up to NY and pick it up. My great says "Ok, no problem." Cut to a couple weeks later. My great returns to his boss empty-handed; no lumber, no money, nothing. He tells his boss "I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you, I got robbed. Money's all gone and I have nothing to show for it." Boss isn't happy but he understands that it happens. Well, then he stops showing up at work, kinda falls off the grid for about a week or so. Next thing you know, my great great great grandad is buying his own plot of land and opening up his very own lumber yard. And, to this day, my family has old money that has survived for generations off of the profits from that lumber business. We're not necessarily filthy rich now but my family as a whole has few worries about basic needs and that kind of comfort doesn't come from the teacher's salary that my mom makes.