Workin' hard or hardly workin'?

I remember much my grandfather taught me, but perhaps nothing more than that shrewd remark, repeated every time the clock struck about 4 p.m. and he retired to the front porch for a Manhattan to watch the world pass by. When clients would stop in to pay their insurance premiums, they'd pull up a chair and chat for awhile and thus would he learn everything about everyone in Rodman. 

Those days are gone, alas, but we do have 70+ degree weather and a backyard deck with decent WiFi, so the phrase still applies.