JDuece just reminded me of my earliest gig. Age 10-11 my friends and I would wait for housewives or older people by the exit of the supermarkets. When they emerged we would offer to carry their bags and load their groceries into the trunk. The tip was a nickel or a dime. It was the early 70s and I wanted my DC comics and baseball cards, so that's what we did. Took away from wiffleball and boxball time though.
Joe not only did I have a paper route but both my younger brothers also had one. My dad was the oldest of 3 boys. He and his brothers had a paper route and a newsstand in a rough neighborhood. My uncle ran it at times by himself when he was 9 as my dad was already in pharmacy school by then. My uncle is a pediatrician now. They grew up dirt poor. My grandfather fled Kiev at 14. Snuck onto a ship. Never saw his parents again. He became a wallpaper hanger. Had arms like Popeye post spinach
3 generations of the same family in one house in North Philly. All Dems though, sorry
