In this summer series, the National Post reporters and photographers bring us tales of that annual Canadian rite of passage for young people taking their first dip in the labour pool: This week, reader Jason Smith of Toronto shares his story:
It was the summer of 1987. My friend Kevin and I landed summer jobs with a local fencing company. Although neither of us had ever swung a hammer before, we thought working outside would give us a great tan and put some muscle on our wiry frames.
It was a family business, owned by three brothers who we briefly met, and they hired us, a couple of 17-year-olds, on the spot. Our first day, we were assigned to work with two of their long-time employees, whom we dubbed It & Twit behind their backs. It & Twit were not the most sophisticated fellas, and personal hygiene was definitely not…
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