Thank Goodness for Paper Route Money.
My 1st route was on a mountain in Asheville, NC, I lived at the base of it.
I loaded my wagon with it’s removable wooden side panels with folded papers, and tossed them up the driveways on the way up the mountain, then I collected bottles out of the woods and side of the road on the way down. Plenty of them every day in those days. At the bottom of the hill, bottles showing, I knocked on doors and the old ladies thought I was such a darling, they saved hangers for me.
They had no idea that innocent looking kid was such a Juvenile Delinquent.
Later, I was the All-Star Lefty Pitcher. It just occurred to me, probably throwing those newspapers was the foundation of that, and, once I received encouragement for something I was good at, I practiced like crazy every day on my house’s brick wall.
Also just occurred to me, pulling that wagon up that mountain is why hiking mountains all over NC was easy for me.
So, starting smoking and drinking at a young age was good for me (then).