My First Job: The Paper Route

  When you’re 13, which put me in 8th grade, you’re able to get a working permit. I’m guessing my mom went to the Alderman’s office to get it. That was the first step to getting my first job.   I saved up about $10 from my allowance to buy an old bike, to get…

Kaddish for my mom

Kaddish for My Mom

I have not written about my mother and her family yet because it is a mix of happiness and sadness for me and my father. My Aunt Rose (my mom’s sister) told me a lot of negative stuff about my father as she saw him. “Jerry, he was only a truck driver. Your mom was a beautiful…