My Summer Vacation
My name is Sonny. I rob banks. It’s what I do. People are impressed when they learn that I did my first (of many) bank robbery at the age of fourteen, although it seems a bit grandiose to refer to that escapade as a bank robbery. The world is full of people who come up with ideas just like mine, but never act on them. Those people are dreamers. Me, I’m more of a doer.
During this time, Aunt Jane’s pickles was a major employer of high school kids in the area. They paid sixty cents a bucket for picking cucumbers. In reality, that was a pretty decent wage. If you were there to make money, and went down each row picking with both hands, you could fill a bucket in no time. It adds up quickly. When I took off on my sting ray that Saturday morning, I told Mom I was off to mee
