When we lived in south Medford, my then 14-year-old son applied for a job at a nearby restaurant. I went along for the interview, which was conducted by the owner’s young daughter. When I asked if my son could be paid under the table, she replied, “No, it comes in a small brown envelope.”
Dick Nagle / Nahant
Now That’s an Antique
Recently my 8-year-old great-grandson visited me for lunch. He saw a pair of opera glasses on my desk and asked what they were. “Well, Tristan, they were used when people went to the theater or the opera in order to see the performers’ faces more clearly. They belonged to my grandmother.” “Oh,” he said, “then she was my great-great-great-grandmother.” I responded, “Good for you for figuring that out.” I was about to say something else when he asked, “G.G., were you here when the Pilgrims came?”
Peggy Crane / North Andover
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