09/07/2026
I had this memory pop up on my FB account tonight. 13 years ago at some random pop up event that I probably carried most of that produce from that little table home. Back then no farmers market really wanted me because I was so small and no one knew who I was. The only way I got a farmers market to take me as a vendor is because I saw that they didn’t have fresh juice there and I told them I’d start a juice company and sell it if they would let me sell my backyard produce. A$20 sign and a burlap table cloth and I was hustling everyday. Broke, but hustling. Over the years I’ve heard the comments about how big we have gotten and how much money we have supposedly made. It doesn’t bother me at all. I remember those early days that me and my wife literally worked all night 3 days per week just trying to put something on the table to sell. It was hard. And there was no reason for us to believe that we would make it, but we just never quit. She believed in me and I just didn’t think I could fail if I took it one day at a time. Sometimes being stubborn and naive is your greatest strength.