Ah, summer jobs. Let me remember . . .
When I was in high school (right around the time they finished the Transcontinental Railroad), I worked one summer as a busboy at a local Holiday Inn. I learned a lot, mainly that restaurant food isn't always as clean as you might suspect. (Hats off to our immune systems!) I was also trucked to neighboring counties with a group of my fellow grunts to lug huge boxes of Cold Power laundry detergent door to door, delivering free samples. Then, one fine rising-senior summer, I became caretaker of some local country club tennis courts. They were clay, and required special care. Since I was a tennis player, this was the ultimate summer job for me. (What a great way to meet girls, over by the pool!).