In the summer of 1978, when I was 15 years old and didn’t even have a driver’s license, I sold Cokes as a vendor at Wrigley Field. You know, the guys who run up and down the aisles yelling, “Who wants a cold Coke?” at the top […]
Read more →In the summer of 1978, when I was 15 years old and didn’t even have a driver’s license, I sold Cokes as a vendor at Wrigley Field. You know, the guys who run up and down the aisles yelling, “Who wants a cold Coke?” at the top […]
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