I'm so old I had a paper route in 5th grade.
Woke up before the sun, grabbed the stack tossed on the folks sidewalk, rolled 'em up proper for tossing, just like my boss, an expert, showed me.
Stuffed 'em in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette canvas bag with strap, hopped on my Schwinn 2 speed, and delivered to 50 houses.
Back home for breakfast then bike to school.
Every Sunday night, collected the money from the 50 customers. Had a nifty change maker on my belt.
Gave the money to the boss the next morning and got my cut.
(yes, this was lily white suburbia in the 1950's where the biggest fear was an atom bomb wiping us out. BTW, a few years ago at BM, someone brought
an incredibly powerful siren...diesel powered...and blasted it during a big burn...only a few operating ones in existance, but every week it was tested in cities all over America to get us ready for Armageddon )
Saved every penny from being a paper boy until I had $50 and bought a 7 transistor GE "portable" radio, leather case with earphone pocket. Rechargeable too!
Without that exposure to and embracing of the beginnings of rock and roll, I'm sure I'd never have come to Burning Man.
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