- Special Sections
- Public Notices
“OK kid, sit down and let’s see what you’ve got.” James Talbert was a gray-haired older man who always had a pipe in his mouth. The sweet smell of cherry tobacco sent a fragrant aroma well ahead of him that you could smell three blocks away. Seizing my brown cardboard portfolio and tossing it onto the dust-laden table, he shot a dubious glance toward me, then opened the portfolio and began to read my tattered letter requesting a job for the summer. I was a freshman in high school who wanted to pursue a business career. Except for an occasional grunt, Mr.
If you currently subscribe or have subscribed in the past to the Lancaster News, then simply find your account number on your mailing label and enter it below.
Click the question mark below to see where your account ID appears on your mailing label.