Meet the Kennedys

It started simple: Dad needed a way for the whole family to work together. The older boys were getting big enough to handle a squeegee, the little ones could carry a bucket, and Mom kept everyone organized from the truck.

We knocked on our first neighbor's door in Colorado Springs with a handshake and a promise — if it's not perfect, we'll come back free. That neighbor told the next one, and the next one told theirs. Before long the Kennedys were the family people called when their windows needed work.

We're still that same family. Dad handles the ladder. The older boys run squeegees. The little ones hand out flyers. Every job is personal, because every job is done by us — no subcontractors, no shortcuts.