Poop turns most people into nosepinching ninnies. But to Bill Gore, p-oo-p are the first four letters in opportunity.
"When I see a need for something, I jump on it," says Bill, no trace of humor showing on his young, bearded face. "People don't want to pick up the piles in their yard, so I'll do it."
Probably not the career Bill's mother envisioned for her boy. But when Bill called her with the idea from his Post Falls home last fall, she told him it was a money-maker.
