
‘So, whatcha got there?’
Op-Ed by Sandra Brian Lore The day was over, the boss man asked, “So, whatcha got there?” “Two-hundred eighty five bundles,” I replied. He screamed, “You’re cheatin’. Can’t count good.” At the age of 10, I protested, “Count them yourself. There are 285 bundles.” My brother was only six and a half. I don’t know…