My wife often likes to daydream about running a family business.
While we are sweethearts from Bethel Park High School and have been a couple for 19 years, married for 13, I often have to beg to disagree with the love of my life.
For her, working with me would go from a dream to a nightmare in about two days.
A major problem early on is that we can't seem to get past the stage of daydreaming into the process of figuring out, or agreeing, what kind of business would be ours.
That might just be a concern.
My wife, Jill, loves all things birds, fashion, shoes, our nieces and nephews, and cats. Oh, and did I mention the shoes, the woman has a serious problem.
She loves indie music, all things Pittsburgh sports, my BMW R1200c, and my nieces and nephew. Did I mention that I am a little too obsessed with the beautiful piece of German engineering, sadly parked in my garage for the winter? It is a serious problem.
The only thing we can totally agree on is our love for Bravo, specifically any of the Real Housewives franchises. Unless Andy Cohen is about to offer us some kind of opportunity for an entrepreneurial endeavor, we may not have much business on our hands here.
Jill is also a big league Christmas lover. If she had her preferences, our family business would probably be candy-cane covered, covered in tinsel, and called something like "Santa's Surprise" or "Santa's Christmas Cookies."
Here is another problem. I am not a Christmas lover. Not that I'm a monster to ruin the month of December for his loved ones, but Scrooge himself would probably cringe at my disdain for the trappings of the Christmas season.
So yeah, there's probably no business plan or "Shark Tank" trip in our future with that one.
In addition to not being able to agree on a type of business, the way we operate in a professional environment is probably also problematic.
I like to listen to music, at full volume, at all hours of the day. Somehow I need to incorporate some kind of noise into my life for maximum productivity.
Jill, on the other hand, is about all things serene and calm. She loves candles, quiet moments, and anything relaxing.
To suggest that our work environment might be a bit sparse would be an understatement.
I would be trying to exploit Saintseneca's latest offer, if you don't know the name look it up, during all working hours. Jill would be adjusting pillows and putting out treats for humans and animals alike at the facility.
Actually, that sounds kind of cool.
While we haven't been able to make Jill's dreams of marital and career happiness a reality thus far, this issue of South Hills Living may offer us some positive role models to that end.
Harry Funk has several profiles of South Hills family-run businesses that are doing well.
The first is Madsen Donuts in Castle Shannon, owned by husband-and-wife team Brian and Milica Peltz from Mt. Lebanon. Madsen's donuts have been enjoyed for decades by dozens of vacationers in Geneva-on-the-Lake, Ohio, and local reviews are also rave.
Funk also wrote a story about Vortex Helicopter Services, which is based at the Finleyville airport and owned by Jacqueline Geyer Cabral and her husband, Carlos, who is the pilot of her plane.
Funk saw firsthand the success of Vortex when he gained a cockpit view of several areas of southwestern Pennsylvania.
These families and the rest of the stories in this issue may be changing my mind about the viability of owning a business.
Happy holidays and thanks for reading.