Long John Silvers was one of my first jobs in high school.  Riding my bike on Saturday, hungry, smelly, and with jeans that hugged my thin frame to the point of being naughty, I went inside.  The sign on the door said, “Help Needed.”    All the high schoolers went there to eat lunch because it […]

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