I finally got a job when I was 11; this guy named Roscoe asked me to press clothes. You know, I was some nice cheap labor there. And, I had a little raggedy bike and so after I pressed and did a pretty good job, he says, “Well, you know, why don’t you take them to be cleaned now and you can fill out the bills and put the paper sack over it and deliver them.” At 11 years old I was running that whole business for him, and I was proud of that and I was happy that I was capable of being responsible for something and useful.