In Kingston, Ontario, when I was a student at Queen’s University, Stilly. I could make decent money driving an Amey’s Taxi — a good thing, since I didn’t have the skills or the patience to wait tables. I quit the cab business when I realized how many students were too lazy or fumble-fingered to type their own essays. I had a portable Olivetti that cost me DM80 at Canex (the Canadian Forces version of a PX), and it was work I could do indoors that never involved drunk people.