Wearing a pink bandana around your head in my house growing up meant something big was about to happen. My father used it as an indicator to the world that work was going to be done…hard work. Blood, sweat and tears work. The kind of work that makes huge changes in short order. It was always a little mysterious and a lot exciting when the bandana was tied on. My dad, Pete Wells, would put the bandana on most often when it was moving day.