[Inyo-Mono]

Sunday mornings, 1962-1967: Up at 4:30 am to assemble the different parts of The Atlanta Urinal for delivery by bicycle before 7 am over a 4-mile route. Rain was a drag. The burger flipping job that ensued was a step up.

I actually had two paper routes at the same time; one for a seven day a week paper and another for a Saturday morning throw-away. The burger flipping was a relief for me too.

[Ben Chad]

The both of us undoubtedly are better off as a result of our humble beginnings. As the French say: Il n'y a pas de sot metier.