Brother for Sale, Only 50 Cents!

[Sidebar: Sorry for always using this photo. I don’t have access to other ones, plus this one is pretty funny, so I’m actually doing you a favor by posting it.]

I loved making money as a kid. Lemonade stands. Babysitting. Searching the house for coins. Begging for money. You name it.

Another favorite was the classic book sale. I’d set up the card table in the basement, get my dad’s cool calculator that printed receipts (which I’d get in trouble for not putting back), and apply stickers all over books as price tags. Books that my parents already owned.

My parents were kind so they “bought” a few books to make me happy.

Maybe I should try to “sell” books again when I graduate if I can’t find a job.

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