Jessey Jansen

I was always a companion of my fathers expeditions. He was an enterprising man, once traded a boat for an ice cube machine so he could drum up sales from the carnies who rolled in annually. We lived on Fair Street directly across from the amusement grounds, and we would bag it up, run it over and barter for rides. Pop put us to work which gave me bargaining power, and it felt good.

 
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