When Sally Meets Harry --No, I mean when Myrtle meets Howard
Sally meets Harry – no I mean Myrtle meets Howard Upon graduation from high school, I worked for a year for Laclede Gas Company in downtown St. Louis. It was a long bus ride from the far western edge of University City, where my parents and I lived.. I started out as a temporary clerk and did various things, such as run an addressograph for a special project. It had recently been discovered that you can store natural gas in caves, and there were many in the St. Louis era. The Gas Company had developed it’s first natural gas clothes dryer, and were mailing postcards advertising it to all its customers. Whoever had designed the cards had not taken into account that they were slick and would not go through the addressograph machine. The engineers were called in, and we finally figured out that if you put talcum powder on them, they would go through. After working there 6 months, I was told that to stay on, I had to bid on a job, as it was a union shop. The only opening was as