As a college student, I was always grubbing for a few extra dollars. I held part-time restaurant and retail jobs, and I even built hydraulic hoses for 18-wheelers. "Anything for a buck" was my motto. It was also my excuse for becoming a telephone solicitor — that unloved wage-slave who calls your home just as you sit down to dinner. So, instead of studying or attending school events, I was often renewing ...
