Reprint of the original, first published in 1872. The publishing house Anatiposi publishes historical books as reprints. Due to their age, these books may have missing pages or inferior quality. Our aim is to preserve these books and make them available to the public so that they do not get lost.
Born sixth in a family of eight children, I grew up poor, graduated high school at seventeen. I could not find a job. I had to be at least eighteen to work on a machine. I tried to get dad to sign me in the Army, but he said no. So I waited until I was eighteen. The next day, I went and joined the Army Airborne. Now I had to join the Airborne because you get extra money for jumping, and I needed that. I made a promise I would try to help my family if I could, so I sent four allotments home: one to Dad, one to my sister, one to my grandmother, and one to my brother who had gotten into trouble. I was a good soldier. I could do it all—I could outrun, outwalk, outshoot, outshine my boots, outmarch—you name it, I could do it! The guys said I had an angel in my pocket to be able to do the things I did. What do you think?
Bar life is a telling portrayal of the of the daily life in this bar business. This story takes you on the journey from the very beginning. Including purchasing the building, hiring staff, and going through a daily ritual of business ownership. Freeman's writing is funny and poignant and direct. He takes your imagination to places that leave you feeling like you've actually been there! It is his ability to engulf the reader in this story that makes it come alive!
Born sixth in a family of eight children, I grew up poor, graduated high school at seventeen. I could not find a job. I had to be at least eighteen to work on a machine. I tried to get dad to sign me in the Army, but he said no. So I waited until I was eighteen. The next day, I went and joined the Army Airborne. Now I had to join the Airborne because you get extra money for jumping, and I needed that. I made a promise I would try to help my family if I could, so I sent four allotments home: one to Dad, one to my sister, one to my grandmother, and one to my brother who had gotten into trouble. I was a good soldier. I could do it all—I could outrun, outwalk, outshoot, outshine my boots, outmarch—you name it, I could do it! The guys said I had an angel in my pocket to be able to do the things I did. What do you think?
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