Sunday, October 18, 2009

My brother Ken sold the Seattle paper, the Post Intelligencer or PI, in Sandon. It was when he was about ten. He sold most of the different papers that came to Sandon. He was the only newsboy. He often told the story of going to Sandon's brothel to sell the paper. The madam answered the door. He told her that he collected once a month. She said it was probably better for him to collect weekly at the brothel. Ken would often tell a joke about the Post Intelligencer. PI was once a common word used instead of "pimp." A Seattle newsboy selling the P.I. asked a man, "Seattle PI, Sir?" The man replied, "Oh, no. I'm a dairy farmer from Wisconsin!"

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