True stories of a kid in the ‘70s I lay awake waiting for the regular weekend morning thud. Boom!, there it was, time to get up and go to work. My teen years were about to begin with the end of the 1970s around the corner, and I had a job to do. A job …
“I found that by working six weeks a year I could meet all the expenses of living”…”I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion” Thoreau
Whitelaw Reid 