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My father and I were down and out in Denver in 1977

I was a kid. I saw an ad for Johnny Appleseed and told him about it, to my everlasting shame. Johnny Appleseed was an exploitative company that would deliver to you dozens of printed ads and plastic bags to put them in. We would spend an evening organizing the ads, and inserting them into the bags. The next day, we'd go to the assigned neighborhood, take a few hundred each, and promise to meet back at lunch. We would go up to each door without a rabid dog and leave the hanger on the doorknob. We got one penny for each doorknob hanger. After a full day, we had 1200 houses, equaling $12.00. And we needed that money. $12.00 was a fucking godsend in those days. Hard times in Denver in 1977.


I was a kid. I saw an ad for Johnny Appleseed and told him about it, to my everlasting shame. Johnny Appleseed was an exploitative company that would deliver to you dozens of printed ads and plastic bags to put them in. We would spend an evening organizing the ads, and inserting them into the bags.

The next day, we'd go to the assigned neighborhood, take a few hundred each, and promise to meet back at lunch. We would go up to each door without a rabid dog and leave the hanger on the doorknob. We got one penny for each doorknob hanger. After a full day, we had 1200 houses, equaling $12.00. And we needed that money. $12.00 was a fucking godsend in those days. Hard times in Denver in 1977.

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