When Reporting Was My Job - Umberto Tosi
Mary Reinholz '70 West The jobs I had as a kid and even later, as a young man don't exist anymore. I had no inkling I'd work on a newspaper or write books, or be in "media." My "big get" was getting a job. I started earning pocket money at age 10 delivering newspapers to home subscribers on de Luxe Schwinn I loved that sleek, red-and-black bike, with its whitewall balloon tires, shiny streamlined chrome fenders, built-in horn, head-and-tail lights, front-wheel shock-absorber and rack to carry the afternoon dailies I delivered to my afternoon paper's forty subscribers. I became adepted at sailing fat copies of rubber-banded, Hollywood Citizen News onto subscribers' front porches without breaking a window - most of the time. Schwinns of that era were like our plush, chrome-laden, dreamboat, fintailed cars - as stylish as they were unsafe, gas-guzzling, and impractical. I lusted after just a second-hand one that I could restore. To save up, ...