Don, from Bill Simpson's autobiography, 'Racing Safely, Living Dangerously'. I'm about 60 pages in, it's a good read:"Until I started the business, I had moved from job to job, doing anything I could to help fund my racing. For example, during the period when I made that first parachute, I was working in the sound department at MGM studios. I had dated a girl whose father was a sound man, and he got me the gig. I'd go out to the movie locations and work as a cable boy, hauling rolls of wire and helping the guys who carried those big boom microphones. The job had its perks: The money was great, I got to see a lot of famous movie stars-all of 'em, it seemed, worked for MGM-and best of all, I was a day laborer, meaning I only worked when I felt like working. Most weeks I worked one or two days in th sound department and spent the rest of my time sewing parachutes together. Before long, the chute business became a genuine occupation and then an obsession."