Need Money, ask Uncle Sam! Everyone’s favorite uncle.

Need Money, ask Uncle Sam!  Everyone’s favorite uncle.

I love to read the newspaper.  Each morning, Sam (my son) and I walk barefoot out to the curb and bring it in.  For awhile, I got it and he watched, then he got it and I watched.  One day it slipped out of the bag; since that time he has requested help, so now I grab one end and he grabs the other. If the newspaper’s weight was measured in knowledge, this shared workload would be necessary, but in reality we just look odd, rather I look odd, he…