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by Mike Hunt
Right after school was out for the summer that year, I was 15, I decided that I needed a job to supplement my meager allowance (at least I thought my allowance was meager); but, try as I might, none of my job hunting was meeting with any success.
Needless to say, I was getting pretty discouraged! Then one Saturday afternoon, mom was having coffee with Ivy Johnson, a very good friend of my mother’s. Ivy had been a widow for a few years and was in her late fifties, she owned a women’s wear