It was one of the only ways I as a middleschooler had to make money (which I needed, so I could get a passable computer). (What a slow way to make money though.

It was one of the only ways I as a middleschooler had to make money (which I needed, so I could get a passable computer). (What a slow way to make money though.) Few memories endure like sitting on the sofa by the window, still mostly asleep. I'd crack a window to breath the crisp outdoor air, & sit there for 3 minutes, before venturing out into the dark chill early morning. Sometimes I'd nibble at a bagel with butter, wrapped in a paper-towel for the trip. I don't know how we found the job. Ayup, there was a local guy who'd drive around in a car & deliver to a huge area, back in the mid 90's. I think we'd gone to him for the job. It was him dropping off the thigh-high stack of papers every morning. It seemed absurd then & now, having this small route for a paperboy. It felt like a preservation of an old ritual, done not because it made sense, but because otherwise we'd forget.