"I remember when rock was young"
We grew up doing lots of odd jobs with Pops; painting and landscaping type things, and I once in a while struck out on my own for some lawn mowing gigs, or weeding gardens, and doing janitorial clean up and such at a family friend's OB/GYN office. My first tax paying job was in the dish-pit and bussing tables at a Vill-Inn in Greeley, CO. It was my first official clock-in and out, and introduction to break-room philosophy, and the pacing of production type work. I had nightmares about sorting giant piles of scalding hot silverware fresh from the sanitizer, and I used to twitch and jump when I heard the rattle of the bus-cart over the sticky non-slip surface of the kitchen. It was also our set's social spot, where we learned to drink coffee by the carafe long before there was a cafe in town, playing gin rummy and writing super awesome high school poetry, and burning one after another. I got slapped by a cowboy there, after the Independence Stampede Rodeo, when I told him to apologize to the waitress he kept harassing and cat-calling. He reached over the booth and slapped me across the face and then got up with his friends and left. There was one tape that played on an endless loop through the speakers recessed into the ceiling, playing Elton John's Crocodile Rock every 45 minutes. I remember when rock was young