Nelson has been in the composites business in one way or another since childhood. His earliest work experience was as an indentured servant to his father, pouring epoxy parts in the garage of the family home. Bread and water were his only rewards. Ever the enterprising and conniving young man, he found ways to get even. But, he swears to this day that he had nothing to do with gluing the family car’s tires to the driveway.
Eventually, Nelson was able to buy his freedom and move on. Actually, his parents moved to Indiana to be rid of him, but that’s a story for another day. Nevertheless, he remained in Atlanta, went to college, and then found a job on a tramp steamer working as a sous chef.
But we digress.
After 15 years of selling plastics and composites for a major distribution company, that family-owned business was “assimilated” by a mega-gargantuan corporate giant. Shortly thereafter, the inevitable happened. He and a few dozen fellow employees were given their walking papers. And that, dear readers, was the happiest day of his working life. |
