Sitting here at the age of 72, looking back I think I would have paced myself a little differently over the decades. Went on my first payroll job at 12-13 years old as a car hop, a whole 20 cents an hour. Had to walk a mile & 1/2 to get to work. Spent my years after high school as your basic roust-about (is that a word?). Settled down when I was about 29-30 and took on a city job. Spent 35 years there and retired. Wish I had a nickel for every water meter lid I ever bent/kneeled down to read alone. Just a whole lotta fun. Of course years of the night life and running too far and too fast didn't help a bit. It's okay though, I handed my keys into the boss nearly 7 years ago. That song do hit home.

Murphy