In 1949, I was 8 years old and my old man had split. I had 5 brothers and one sister and we all had to work after school and Saturdays and Sundays. We lived in South Memphis which was a pretty rough area. I got my first paying job by selling donuts door to door. The owner would make up a cardboard box and put a strap on it to carry the donuts around your neck. In the summertime, I would work Fridays, Saturdays, and
Sundays selling those donuts. When you sold all you had, you had to walk back to the donut shop and reload and take off again. There were about 8 or 9 kids selling so the competition was tough. The older boys would run us, little guys, off from the nearest apartment buildings and make us take the ones further off. We made pretty good money for young kids. On a good day we could make up to 10 bucks. One Friday afternoon I was mooching along and not having a good day when I walked past a bank and noticed many customers coming out of the bank with cold hard cash in their hands. They were cashing their weekly paychecks. I stood outside the bank with my donuts and tripled my sales. It was a gold mine. All of the kids tried to get me to tell how I did it but I would not tell them. The owner of the store told me I was one of his top producers. I did that until I was big enough to caddy at the golf course. Can you imagine a parent letting a little kid my age selling anything door to door in this day and age?