What happened to me in Detroit at age 17 was inexcusably naive. I got off a city bus and saw a newspaper stand with a sign on it that read, "Detroit Free Press."

Unbeknown to me a man had put a coin in and as he opened the rack to get a paper, I held the door and when he had moved aside I got me one too.

Another man there told me that I was supposed to pay for them. I told him he was mistaken, it said Free press.

He looked at me a moment,
shook his head and walked away.