The Six Skills That Gave Me My Creative Spark... Back in the Day

Letters to My Son… If I Had One By Fred Ferguson (GeezerWise)

Dear Son,

I didn’t learn creativity from a book.
I learned it fixing junk on the way to the dump.

That’s me, front and center at our family’s gas station in the 1950s. This is where I learned to spot value in junk, fix it up, and sell it — long before I knew what creativity even meant.

Back in the 1950s, I grew up around our family gas station. It was the k…