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My parents were 1st generation Italian. My day had his left arm half blown off in the Battle of the Bulge. He worked 3 jobs for as long as I can remember. My Mom took in sewing and made curtains for some "rich" people my Dad did work for.
When I was 10 I asked my Dad for a bike. He said sure Paulie, go get a a job and make some money and I'll help you out.
I mowed lawns, delivered newspapers, pumped gas (at 10 years old) at the gas station down the street and swept driveways in our neighborhood. By the end of the Summer I had saved enough to buy a bike at Benny's with ALL my own money and none from Dad. My old man couldn't have been prouder.
Now we can't get kids to work at the golf course for $18 and hour to weedwack.
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