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Chapter 3
“Heiks,” he read. “Good name. Good drink. You have some great taste, bud,” he told me. “I give it my best.” I had my drink open, took a swig. “It’s a local IPA and one of the better ones. Made in Ashtabula, Ohio by two brothers. Mitch and Rudy Heiks. They started their business in 2011.” I was intrigued and asked, “How do you know?” “I went to business school with Rudy at Edinboro for four years. We’re good friends.” “You went to business school?” It sounded a touch condescending. Shame on me. He winked at me, looked dashing, and grinned. “Come on. I’m not just a pretty face, man.” Then he took another swallow of his drink. “I always wanted my own business. Needed to know how to do it. Went to college, learned a few things. Then I started Magnum Locks. Here I am.” Yes. There he was:
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