Bridging the Generational Gap
One of my favorite stories about my dad is how he, at 12 or 13-years-old, became a paper delivery boy. The newspaper manager took my dad and his younger brother with him door-to-door soliciting to increase subscriptions. The manager would say to them, “Okay, scuff up your clothes with a little dirt. When the person answers the door, stare off in the distance like you’re blind.” When people answered their doors, the manager told them they would be contributing to St. Anthony’s Home...
