I have your book Archie. I enjoyed it so much I read it twice. I took a lot of pop bottles to the gas station, by my house, for a penny per bottle. When I put air in my bicycle tires the owner/mechanic always let me use his tire gauge. When in high school I worked for him on weekends. It was always a race, between another kid and me, to see who could finish fastest without missing anything. I didn’t know, until years later, the owner was timing us too. We knew we missed something when he would come out and take the customer’s money. He would tell us… like… “Joe that right front tire looks a little low on air. Want to recheck that?”
