The handshake itself has a history I am told. In the time of warring tribes the open hand, as in someone waving one, meant they did not carry a weapon in it and might then be safe to approach. The handshake was meant as an extra security measure to make sure that once close enough to your enemy they could not then fill that hand quickly with any implement of destruction and perhaps sully an otherwise pleasant conversation.
I had the unique opportunity however, in these trying times, to take that very trip back in time to where words are as important as the man, and a conversation or a handshake was all it took to seal the deal. It was an odd feeling for me, given my contemporary mindset, to be in a serious business negotiation where no contracts were signed and no lawyers present or required. Access to property and equipment was discussed, licenses, working capital, a loose plan for proceeding, and something about the weather. We shook hands on the deal and that was it. George was his name and Lyons was the town.
We’ve got the auto shop open now and even though some of us are not related it feels like a family operation anyway. The mechanics toil alongside the son and father at times, all of us pulling together to build a future of honest work and well earned tomorrows. We’ll see what the future holds, but for now I simply marvel at the simple beginnings of a handshake and the good people that can be behind them. Shake hands with a Lyon? You bet.