December 2011
6 posts
“Hearing WWII stories from my grandma, who was an army nurse and served in...”
Chip
The last week of my freshman year of high-school, my dad sat down at the dinner table and said “Andrew, I found you a job. You start at five a.m. on Monday. You are going to be a custodians assistant at the high-school.” For the next three summers I worked at the school. We moved desks, painted fences, pulled carpet, raced down the hallways, hid in a classroom to watch Armageddon (at which point...