When I was ten I started a neighborhood newspaper, printed it on the mimeograph machine in our attic and charged a nickel a copy. On the side I gave running lessons to all the kids on my block. It's a wonder I don't have one of those early morning paper routes today, skittling through the dark streets in my Keds. Honing all those early skills.
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I have changed my name several times. At one time it was P.T. Barnum. Small world, huh?
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