topic: "Mutiny and other things that can go wrong besides mites"
Excessive, my father came to believe, because, from that point on, I was a lackluster helper around the farm. While Dad would be plowing, planting, cultivating, and harvesting, his teenage son would be busy in the bees, planning for the day when he would be operating a beekeeping empire. One hive grew to two, then to four, then to eight, and ultimately 51 which proved to be almost too much for a kid to handle. It would have been too much indeed were it not for the solid guidance I received from my mentor, Mr. Paul Champ.
Mr. Champ was a beekeeper in our neighborhood who operated about 300 hives. He patiently let me "help" him during my earliest years as a beekeeper. It was he who first showed me a queen bee, and it was he who introduced me to the peculiar pleasures of working sleepy bee yards tucked away in remote country places. It was my indomitable interest in beekeeping that led me to pursue graduate study in entomology.
I learned that bee science is only partly similar to bee keeping, but my path led me nevertheless to a post at the University of Georgia that melds duties in apicultural extension, research, and teaching. Now I find myself conveniently straddling the world of the academician and the world of the practicing beekeeper."