I Used to do That for a Living; Landing and Leaving 108 Jobs Introduction, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - Page 33

I Used to do that for a Living Maybe insecurity about his own want of schooling caused him to suspect everybody with more education than he of trying to put one over on him. He’d got only as far as seventh grade, and by then was sixteen. Jack wasn’t dim. He’d missed a few grades. The Depression was on. And even before the Depression, his father, the guy I knew as Grandpa Jackson until I was five and he died, couldn’t hold a job or stay put. A wife and eight children, and De Wit Talmadge Jack Son (as he spelled it) kept right on rambling, just as he’d been doing since he was thirteen, when his family moved away without him one day while he was at school, and he’d taken to riding the rails, which he did right up to when he married Grandma Jackson, when he was twenty-one and she was thirteen. Begetting a brood didn’t break him of his wandering ways. He was a man who would rather argue than get along, rather squat than pay rent, rather work himself and his three boys cutting stave bolts in the woods for twelve hours and raise a dollar between them, than earn two dollars all by himself in town working for some boss. He and the nine in his care ranged along a narrow band of latitude bounded on the east by 24