When my son got out of the Navy in 1990 he was dating the wonderful Philadelphia girl he finally wised up and married, so he settled in Philly. His first job was selling cars, mostly used ones.

He went on to make a good living in sales, but not selling cars. He bailed out of that gig pretty quickly. He told me, "I just couldn't treat people that way and live with myself."

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Oh well, what the hell.