A young man, I landed a job in a big machine shop. I swept, cleaned and did odd jobs. An old machinist named Buddy befriended me. He worked at a steady pace but always had a few minutes to talk. Buddy sometimes let me run his lathe and no one said a word. Buddy had some sway in the shop but I didn’t know what it was until my last day. Buddy was the first machinist in the company. From day one, he took half his wages in stock. By the time I showed up, Buddy owned half the company.