In 1963 I, with many others, dug on a trench a few days for TPC across a boggy area in Pinellas. The trench was one spade wide to a level line that varied from 8 inches to 7 feet deep. In 1972. after VN, I was assistant washer in a diaper service for a bit. I quit that to be an assistant gravedigger, from there to labor on a construction site in Clearwater that paid double minimum just because I had no problem hanging out over nothing 7 stories up to affix the safety rail stanchions. I was good at sensing when the gummint men were coming on site and so didn’t embarrass my boss. He valued that
Well, I worked in a library. Full of books (remember books) magazines, and micro phish.
Walked to work, $1.15 per hour, paid monthly. One hundred fifteen dollars and change.
Made the the mistake of cashing first check at the pool hall.
took my 85.00 and went home. Slow learner.
Gas .19, coke .05, penny candy.
whoops, got lost in nostalgia