A couple of weeks in, my cousin, John Dowd and I started selling newspapers on the the Beach. We would get up before 5:00 a.m. and go to meet a young man named Irving Zaslo at the Boardwalk where he would dispense the papers to us from the back of an aging station wagon.
New York Times, Herald Trib, Post, Daily News, Mirror - Newark Star Ledger - Phila Inquirer and Bulletin - Baltimore Sun and Washington Post. We'd head out at about 7:00 with a sackful of 40 or 50 pounds of newspaper and stroll up and down the beach for several hours until we were sold out. We sang out the names of our papers and people would buy them. I forget how much we charged for most of them - it was 15 cents for a Daily News or Mirror. I remember one guy complaining that the Daily News was a rag-eater for a nickel.
We were usually done before noon and the heat of the day. At about that time the ice cream guys would start. They were impressive - carried a mini freezer on their shoulder.
This was how we earned our spending money for that trip. This was 1961 - over a half-century ago. One of many early adventures I had with my cousin John. Haven't seen John in about 10 or 15 years. He served in the Coast Guard during 'Nam. He's now retired as a Paramedic with the FD down in Hampton, VA. He retired as a Lt. and is now working more as a consultant and teacher with them than he was before his retirement. A great guy - I need to talk to him before the next family funeral - tired of seeing my cousins only at funerals and weddings.
Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)