05-11-2020, 03:15 PM
I remember in the 50s standing on the roadside in rural Indiana with my little sportcoat on holding up bittersweet for sale. I might've been in first grade at the time (went to second grade in New Jersey).
Maybe it was only due to my amazing cuteness
back then but I remember the pockets of that sportcoat bulging with coins.
Maybe it was only due to my amazing cuteness
