"She went on to say that the day our store opened turned out to be the biggest day she had ever hadsince her paint store opened. 'You're pulling all these people into our shopping center. And the neatestthing happened to me Saturday. A man came in looking for a particular kind of paint and said he knewwe had it. He said he knew because he'd been in the Wal-Mart looking for it, and the paint departmentmanager told him we had it and sent him on over. I thought that was wonderful.'"Our guy sent the customer along to the paint store because it was the right thing to do. He was takingcare of the customer. What makes me sad these daysand a little angry toois that some of these storesare starting to shut down before we come to a town. They hear we're coming, and they close up beforewe ever even get there. We get a bad rap for that, but to my mind somebody who'll close his store justbecause he hears competition's coming is somebody who must know he's not doing much of a job,somebody who probably shouldn't have been in the retail business to begin with. 鈥淵ou will be chill, Maggie, in this thin dress. Let me raise the cloak over your shoulders. Get up an instant, dearest.鈥? Dad never had the kind of ambition or confidence to build much of a business on his own, and he didn'tbelieve in taking on debt. When I was growing up, he had all sorts of jobs. He was a banker and afarmer and a farm-loan appraiser, and an agent for both insurance and real estate. For a few months,early in the Depression, he was out of work altogether, and eventually he went to work for his brother'sWalton Mortgage Co., which was an agent for Metropolitan Life Insurance. Dad became the guy whohad to service Metropolitan's old farm loans, most of which were in default. In twenty-nine and thirty andthirty-one, he had to repossess hundreds of farms from wonderful people whose families had owned theland forever. I traveled with him some, and it was tragic, and really hard on Dad too but he tried to do itin a way that left those farmers with as much of their self-respect as he could. All of this must have madean impression on me as a kid, although I don't ever remember saying anything to myself like "I'll never bepoor."We never thought of ourselves as poor, although we certainly didn't have much of what you'd calldisposable income lying around, and we did what we could to raise a dollar here and there. For example,my mother, Nan Walton, got the idea during the Depression to start a little milk business. I'd get up earlyin the morning and milk the cows, Mother would prepare and bottle the milk, and I'd deliver it afterfootball practice in the afternoons. We had ten or twelve customers, who paid ten cents a gallon. Best ofall, Mother would skim the cream and make ice cream, and it's a wonder I wasn't known as Fat SamWalton in those days from all the ice cream I ate. I didn't know where he came from. I gave that Baron all the power it had and we just barely made it overthe top of the other plane. Then we circled around and landed. This was Ron's first trip with me, and whoknows what he must have thought. But somehow, I talked him into coming to work with us anyway. Hejoined Wal-Mart in 1968 as vice president for finance and distribution. 日本人的色道 The king was so pleased with the conduct of his son during this journey that, in a moment of unusual good-nature, he made him a present of a very extensive horse-breeding establishment near Tilsit, consisting of seven farms, all in the most perfect order, as every thing was sure to be which was under the control of Frederick William. The profits of this establishment added about ten thousand dollars to the annual income of the Crown Prince. He was quite overjoyed at the unexpected gift, and wrote to his sister Wilhelmina a letter glowing with satisfaction. In September, 1777, the King of Bavaria died. The emperor thought it a good opportunity to annex Bavaria to Austria. 鈥淒o but look on the map,鈥?says Carlyle, in his peculiar style of thought and expression: 鈥測ou would say, Austria without Bavaria is like a human figure with its belly belonging to somebody else. Bavaria is the trunk or belly of the Austrian dominions, shutting off all the limbs of them each from the other; making for central part a huge chasm.鈥? 鈥淗e seemed embarrassed, and added, 鈥楤ut the universe is eternal.鈥?