Blog @ 33⅓

Today is this blog’s 15th anniversary. This month is also the 50th anniversary of starting my high school job. 50/15=3.33 — a third of what I consider my adult life or, by shifting the decimal point, the speed of a rotating LP, which seems fitting. My job was in this building, which was originally a W.T. Grants store.

For $1.60/hour, I washed dishes at the Bradford House restaurant, at the far end of the store, where the white posts are. I worked very, very hard, and how well I remember the logo and pattern that’s on these cups and saucers.

My junior year of high school I worked up to 25 hours/week washing dishes. Note the restaurant’s hours on this old ad.

Finishing a 5-10 PM shift on Fridays, there were many Saturdays I returned to work at 8 AM and worked fourteen hours. I’m sure it wasn’t legal for a 16-year-old kid to work a 14-hour day, but I was desperate for the money.

At end of my junior year, a kid who worked part-time as a cook graduated. He left for Canada, where he could be certain of avoiding the draft by attending McGill University. I was given his job, along with a raise to… wait for it… $1.85/hour. The 14-hour Saturdays ended, and from the start of that summer, through the start of the following summer, I filled the plates at the restaurant, rather than wash them.

Being a short-order cook was challenging, but it was a lot of fun, and I held similar jobs in college. After high school graduation, I quit the Bradford House when I heard about a summer job working for the town’s school system for $3/hour. The exact same pay I would earn four years later at the radio station.

France’s Britney

Where’s Alizée today? She’s at St. Andrews in Scotland, where her husband is playing golf.

Wait. Alizée isn’t a screwed-up mess like her contemporary, Britney Spears? How can that be? She was so provocative!

Alizée must have been exploited and turned to drugs to cope with the madness. What? That didn’t happen? She got married, became a mom, and makes money with product endorsements!

Alizée’s daughter Annily

The thing that seems to be screwed-up are France’s un-American liberal values, that allowed Alizée to be so well-adjusted!

What I’d Say If I Were On Twitter

“The Internet really has sped things up. It takes only a minute for me to sort the two Sunday papers I get, and not much longer than that to read the tiny comics sections.” Hmm… that’s 170 characters. Ten too many? I’d better trim it down.

“The Internet has sped things up. It takes only a minute to sort the two Sunday papers I get, and not much longer than that to read the tiny comics sections.” There, only 156 characters.

I’m not on Twitter, but I’m on Facebook, and every time I go there it asks, “What’s on your mind, Doug?” How about what was on my mind 55 years ago?