License to strive

Back in June, I wrote about seeing Top Gun: Maverick, disturbing displays of movie fandom, and my stint working for Mann Theaters during the summer of 1996. What I neglected to mention was that The Mann wasn’t my only employer that summer. For the final two weeks of that summer, before heading back to college, I also worked for a man named Jeff, who owned an auto repair shop. Like all great gigs, this one came to me through nepotism.

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