My very first job, that wasn't babysitting or the one horrible day in a cucumber field, was at 13 when I spent the summer working for the Falkins at the Wendie Leigh Motel on Talbot Street in St. Thomas. I remember that certain things had to be done exactly so . . . especially bed making . . . and that leaving a hair in the sink was a capital offence. I don't remember what I was paid.