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the clock since he had the city and county contract. I was on call for any necessary
               service calls from the police or fire department. This gave me lots of hours, and
               since I was paid by the hour, that meant a lot of money.  During  my down time, I
               could study. I also did some moonlighting  at a local Clarke Station; that was when

               gasoline was 19 cents a gallon. I worked these two jobs during evenings and on
               weekends from June 1960 until  May 1962.

               Then I worked the summer of 1962 at Union Electric, the major power provider of
               the St. Louis area. This job jump-started my career before graduating from
               Washington University.  My friend, who was also majoring  in accounting, and I
               had to take a battery of tests and join the Teamsters Union before we were hired.
               Our job title  was assistant accountant.  The pay was almost twice what minimum

               wage was.

               We were given clipboards with a bar graph identifying utility  pole heights that
               were 25, 30, 35, 40 - up to 70 feet. We were assigned to be a team - two guys to a
               new Plymouth company car. Then, following  street and property maps (there was
               no GPS back then), we went all  over the state of Missouri viewing  the poles,

               guesstimating length  (height), and marking  our graphs with a check mark in a box.
               We went down streets, on dirt roads, through the woods, into creek beds, and in
               and through nudist camps. [Chuckle, chuckle!] We usually  did the nudist camps on
               Friday afternoons when most members were there swimming  or playing  volleyball
               or tennis. The nudists were very friendly  and asked us to join, but we had to have a
               companion of the opposite sex with us. We could not be there alone. I recall that
               one time when we rang the bell at the gate, the nude guy who opened it introduced

               us to his nude wife.  I was flustered to the point that I said, “Nice seeing you,”
               which was a Freudian slip, for sure, but it got a laugh. (And I’m still  laughing.)

               The reason for all the pole counting was to attempt to verify whether Union
               Electric or Southwestern Bell  Telephone Company owned the poles. It was a
               standard practice that as a subdivision or area was built with new homes, the utility

               company would initially  put in the poles for the builders to have power. Then, as
               the houses were sold, the telephone company would bring in their service. Rather
               than duplicating  the number of poles, they would tack the phone lines on the poles
               and place a Bell metal  symbol on the pole and pay an annual  fee for usage. The
               problem was who would be required to repair or replace the poles if a storm took




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