My Name Is EdChapter 37
I spent the remainder of the day dropping off Styrofoam cups of worms. I did it more to kill time than to fill the inventories of my vendors. They really didn’t care, since sales were very slow at that time of the year. I was selling more worm farms, than fishing worms. Small boys loved worm farms for some reason. I could only say thank god for the pension checks every month. I had managed to hide my ‘other’ income. Now that I no longer had any growth in that fund, I was careful how I...