|Me at work now this past Monday evening|
When I was ten years old my Mom told me "You're going to get a job." I was ten years old and about as dumb as a bag of doorknobs. "A job? What job?"
She told me that "No child of mine is going to do NOTHING. You're getting a job." Then she told me that Mrs. Lindermann, the Paper Lady would be by our 2nd floor apartment on Washington Avenue that night. The job my Mother secured for me was as a paper boy.
Mrs. Linderman brought her little black three ring notebook with the names of about fifty paper route customers. I would be delivering the (afternoon) Philadelphia Bulletin to those customers seven days a week. Five days a week after school, on Saturday and the Sunday morning (the worst) paper. I would earn about $5.00 a week which I almost always squandered on candy and comic books. I was a paper boy until I entered ninth grade, four years (I think, my friend Larry will correct me if I'm wrong because he took over my paper boy job). Unfortunately I don't have any "paperboy" photos of myself, which is a shame. There are so many photos I've missed over the years. I wish I could have a do over on those lost opportunities.
|Me in my Paperboy days with my bicycle with the basket for my newspapers - the only known photo I have of myself during those days - note the festive (gay) steamers on my handler bars - gay early|
Fast forward from that date sixty-four years ago and I'm still working. Here are just some of the job I've had over the years:
- Office cleaner (took over the job from my Mother)
- Mowed lawns
- Ran errands to the local grocery store (actually my very first job when I was five years old - relatives used to give me a nickel to run to the local corner grocer and pick up milk, bread, etc.
- Meat market clerk (get you mind out of the gutter)
- U.S. Army (after I graduated from high school, three years in Army Security Agency - NSA)
- Hotel night auditor (where this blog is going)
- Accounts payable clerk at junk steel yard
- Banking trust operations career (37 years until job eliminated)
- Estate gardner (a swift fall from grace)
- Hotel night auditor (again, what goes round come round)
- Hotel front desk agent (where I work today)
|Me taking a reservation - wish I had a series of photos like this during my paper boy days|
|Pierce College, Philadelphia, PA|
I earned that one folks. I never had the parents who encouraged me, told me I could do well, and who supported me financially. In retrospect I think that was a good thing because I've never taken anything for granted in my life. Anything I have I have earned. Nothing was given to me. And again, that's why I also have a deep resentment of all those telemarketing calls I now receive in my senior years, that whole industry out there who is devoted to parting me from my hard earned (small) nest egg and depriving me of a comfortable and dignified exit from this world.
|Me and Travel Buddy Pat in California last month|
(and that free and easy lifestyle) thoughts have gone through my head how my life could have been so much different if I had chosen to take a different path. But where I am is the path I have chosen and I am quite happy as I coast out of this life.
|Ed me and Wayne a few years ago when we were all alive|