Murphy’s Law
All occupations have their perils, those little things that seem to hound one into wishing they did something else. My father, Cecil, was a painting contractor with his father, Felix, until he entered county politics in 1939. Dad worked with his younger brother, Marvin, and the three of them painted and hung wallpaper in most of the houses in San Augustine and surrounding communities.
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