My classroom days ended at Northeast Catholic High School … for boys only. Sorry girls, you’re what the good Fathers called a distraction. (Didn’t stop us from thinking though) Went into the newspaper business, at the ball park, at age 6. Don’t laugh. It’s true. I could hardly get a Daily News under my wings. It put some silver in my pocket, and the silver put some food on the table. With penny a pound potatoes it was tough to starve. Remember the Great Depression? No, not this one.
I figure I must have worked a hundred different jobs. Some lasted a day. One lasted three years. Just like Depression streets, each job gave me a bit of wisdom. Oh, I did get lucky a couple of times: Sales and Marketing Manager of the Year, in 66, (no not 1866) for the National Association of Home Builders. It allowed me to go on tour preaching my marketing skills from Beloxi Miss, to Anaheim Cal. and in between. Got elected to the Hall of fame for the South Jersey Home Builders League. Started a real estate business that’s still alive thanks to my son, Jim.
Eighteen years ago, at age 70, I went into the writing business. Makes sense. I use to sell words, (Daily News?) Now I make them, even if I don’t sell them. Hmm, sounds confusing. You know what I mean.
I dedicate this page to Lady Luck. When she knocks, get off your duff and answer the door.