True Story: Eat a Beaver, Save a Tree

Eat a beaver save a tree

When I was about 8 years old, in 2nd grade, in the early 1980’s, I went to Catholic elementary school at Immaculate Conception Church in Willoughby, Ohio. Sister Jane was my teacher, and she was very strict. Ordinarily a uniform was required, but a few days a month in the spring/summer months were ‘free dress’ days or something like that.

I had found some old funny t-shirts of my mom’s… that had shrunk down to my size. Of course I wore the shirt to school, I don’t think my mom knew about it.  I still remember the look on Sister Jane’s face, and she immediately shooed me off to Mother Superior in the main office.  They made me put on another shirt on top of it, my mom was called, and we were all in big trouble. But nobody explained to me, at 8 years old, what the big deal was.  But mom thought it was so funny.


Grown up in Cleveland, Ohio, USA., previously lived in Phoenix, Arizona and Tampa, Florida areas, and recently co-located to Asheville, North Carolina area. Trained as an Army MP, but bit of a renegade career wise. Phil has owned businesses in insurance, private investigations, surety bail bond industries, and has experience in computer network engineering, hospitality in-room advertising, asset recovery and repossession, and even a few years traveling most of the lower 48 states, Ontario and Northern Mexico as a commercial over the road truck driver. Career long entrepreneur, property investor and rental manager. Phil loves sharing his experiences of great food, travel, experiences and products.

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