Hovey is a small man, a drycleaner by trade. He is the manager at “Rip’s”, an excellent choice for getting your trousers pressed in North Florida. I begged Mr. Creech for a job when I was a boy and he gave one though I wasn’t really qualified. I watched him do his thing for more than three years as I worked behind the scenes mopping the floor and tidying the store. He employed some of the most Palatka Florida’s most colorful people; not-so-punctual pressers, cursing counter help and bad-mannered baggers – enough to drive any boss to a career change.
Mr. Hovey was the first one to the store each day, and the last one to leave. He cleaned the mechanic’s Dickies with the same care as mayors suit, removing stains from each one by hand.
He is generous, serves his local church, he loves his family and he reminds me that spectacular success comes in all shapes and sizes.
Mr. Hovey taught me the value of hard work and serving those who serve you. I have never felt so appreciated I worked for the great Hovey.