Once upon a time, my second job ever was as a merchandizer (vendor) for an unnamed beer company TM . At the ripe age of eighteen, I'd travel around from site to site in a barely functioning van, ensuring that our product was better stocked and more nicely presented than our competitors. I was somebody finally doing something on my own without an adult breathing down my neck and, with a fairly rural route, I spent a significant chunk of time driving and reflecting on whatever thoughts an eightee…