My Uncle Dean used to be a musician, like a real one who did it for a living. Anyone who sings is a singer, anyone who plays music is a musician, I know that, but when you can use your talents to support yourself, that takes it to another level. By the time I met him, he was weaning off his touring days. He had worked so much for the first ten years of my life I barely got to know him until he was settling down. Uncle Dean still played his guitar, but now it was just for fun, and he made his money in the HVAC business. Bear in mind, he knew nothing about HVAC systems, not the first thing, but some years ago he had invested some money into a fledgling business. Now that fledgling business had 17 HVAC repair shops in three counties, and so Dean was going back to recoup his investment. He did not want to just take a pay out, at this point the HVAC company he co-owned was worth millions. He also did not want to sit around and do nothing, so he decided to go and visit each of the HVAC stores and see if he could figure out a new promotion. He didn’t know jack squat about air conditioners, but he liked money, he liked working, and he liked talking to people. He hired me to be his driver, and I took him to each of the HVAC repair shops while he just sat in the back seat playing his guitar and sipping beer.