Your title brought back memories of me delivering newspapers, in the mid 60s, on my 3 speed bicycle. 110 newspaper, in four newspaper bags, draped over my poor bike.
P.J. O'Rourke is always good for a laugh.
Your title brought back memories of me delivering newspapers, in the mid 60s, on my 3 speed bicycle. 110 newspaper, in four newspaper bags, draped over my poor bike.
P.J. O'Rourke is always good for a laugh.
I was a pretty scrawny kid back then and I wasn't strong enough to handle the bike loaded with papers with just one hand and be throwing with the other so it was collecting soda bottles for refunds!
A buddy and I would walk to a corner store about 6 blocks from home (raised in ST Louis) . We woul pick up enough soda bottles on the way (2 cents per bottle) to get candy. We were Kings!
A buddy and I would walk to a corner store about 6 blocks from home (raised in ST Louis) . We would pick up enough soda bottles on the way (2 cents per bottle) to get candy. We were Kings!
I spent my summers working on a farm. My buddy, Joe, and I would hike two miles to the state route and start collecting bottles on our way to the general store/gas station* in Jelloway, Ohio. We paid 52 cents for a box of .22's. A couple of the neighboring farmers paid us to keeps the woodchuck and crow populations down.
* The gas pump was a thing of beauty! Man powered mechanical! Pay for your gas inside, lady clerk would come out and crank the handle filling up a glass reservoir. When the gas reached the level of the purchase, she would dispense it through a hose/nozzle. No "filler-ups".
~Lee