Missy Gets It Good
MISSY GETS IT GOODChapter 1Things were bad for everybody back in 1934. One person in ten was out of work and I was one of them. I grew up in a medium size city named Jackson, Tennessee, and I had a pretty good job for a 24 year old, selling cars in my dad’s dealership. People weren’t buying cars, the further we got into the depression, and he was having to let sales personnel go, until I was the only one left on his staff. Then, the inevitable happened. He had to close the dealership and I...