def38
Platinum Member
You mean somebody is actually reading this nonsense?
Well then, I guess there is hope for the Washington Post, NY Times and those other fake news rags.
When I was a young lad in 7th grade, growing up in Lake Bluff, IL, I had two paper routes and the newsstand concession at the C&NW train station. I delivered the Chicago Tribune, The Chicago Herald American, The Chicago Sun Times, The Waukegan News Sun, The NY Times, The Wall Street Journal and the Milwaukee Sentinel. Oh, and I also worked for the US Post Office (another failure) as the Special Delivery Boy, hand delivering "Special Delivery" mail and parcels on my bicycle.
By the time I entered high school, I had deposited all my earnings (and holiday tips) into Postal Savings Bonds (paid more interest than US Treasuries). I paid cash for my first car, a 1963 F.I. Corvette Stingray coupe. Wish I still had the Stingray. Today, it would be worth a quarter million $s easy. Maybe Sophia would like a ride in that car...heck, I'd even open the door for her but, sorry Ms. Loren, keep your hands off my M-F tractor.
Well then, I guess there is hope for the Washington Post, NY Times and those other fake news rags.
When I was a young lad in 7th grade, growing up in Lake Bluff, IL, I had two paper routes and the newsstand concession at the C&NW train station. I delivered the Chicago Tribune, The Chicago Herald American, The Chicago Sun Times, The Waukegan News Sun, The NY Times, The Wall Street Journal and the Milwaukee Sentinel. Oh, and I also worked for the US Post Office (another failure) as the Special Delivery Boy, hand delivering "Special Delivery" mail and parcels on my bicycle.
By the time I entered high school, I had deposited all my earnings (and holiday tips) into Postal Savings Bonds (paid more interest than US Treasuries). I paid cash for my first car, a 1963 F.I. Corvette Stingray coupe. Wish I still had the Stingray. Today, it would be worth a quarter million $s easy. Maybe Sophia would like a ride in that car...heck, I'd even open the door for her but, sorry Ms. Loren, keep your hands off my M-F tractor.