J.B. . Re. your post #117
In 1958 I emigrated to Canada, Toronto. I could not get a job in cooking for love or money, even though, at visa time, told by Canada House that work was plentiful in Canada. After a couple of temporary jobs in catering and running precariously close to our last dollars, I was told about a job prospect packing radiators. I could not waste the twenty-five cents on a streetcar, so I walked...about six miles in a bloody blizzard to be told I couldn't have the job because I didn't go to UNIVERSITY. I asked what was the reverlance of a university degree to packing radiators and was told "Why not, there's a recession on son, why shouldn't I hire the best I can?" I walked back to our furnished flat to spend the twenty-five cents the next day on The Toronto Globe and Mail newspaper and the skimpy want adds. I have been successful beyond my wildest dreams, but I'm bassically a (hate the term, because business men work too) working man at heart.
Cheers Rodney