Hey Kid, Want a Job?

During the Summer of 1966 I was dying of boredom. Then my cousin Alan, a handsome, James-Dean-type, pulled into our driveway in a shiny new Pontiac GTO.

Actor James Dean in 1953.

I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams how such a magnificent car had come into my cousin’s possession.

“I have a job,” he said with a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m an assistant manager at Dick’s Sporting Goods.”