"There was a day...that I've never forgotten. It was a beautiful morning ...the sun was warming the back of my neck...and i
filled my gas tank from empty to full... and the pump read three dollars. I made fifty dollars a week delivering the Wall Street Journal. I drove ten minutes to get the newspapers; I worked six hours and forty minutes a week and I made two hundred dollars a month and I was able to live nicely on that. My route went through two different zip codes so there were two different garbage nights, and people would throw out wood, and I'd leap out and load this stuff up and I got so much found wood. ..... It was a beautiful world. There's a whole bunch of negative things going on these days and many diversions KEEPING US FROM KNOWING WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON. There's so much harm being done to us and our world because of love of money over love of humanity and Mother Nature."
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