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I was the best goddamned paperboy on earth. This photo ran in the
Glendale News-Press after I won a subscription sales contest. I was
11. My dad is the tall dorky guy on the far left. The prize in the
contest was tickets to the 1978 All-Star baseball game in San Diego.
The kid on the far right didn't sell nearly as many subscriptions
as me; his name was drawn at random from a list of all the paperboys
who entered the sales context. If you think that sounds vaguely unfair
and potentially demotivational in a Dilbertesque way, you're right.
I went on to win many other fine prizes as a star paperboy including
a trip to Hawaii. I retired at the ripe old age of 12, only to return
to the newspaper biz eleven years later as a reporter. |
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