I never had a paper route as a kid. But as a messenger I gained a special appreciation for the work good old paperboys and girls did on bikes. And now that I'm a glorifed electric ass bathtub paper boy schlepping AMAZON horseshit all around the 98195, my appreciation has grown even more.
This paperboy personal history piece in the New Yorker is a keeper. I will not spoil the story, but the author is my age and his words speak to me on several levels...
...to the old me now as well as the young me then.
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