It's Friday The weekend is here!!!
In the kitchen area next to the computer The First Choice calendar sits with the picture of The Great Wall Of China. The wall seems to stretch for miles. I thought how facinating to walk on the wall, but where are the bathrooms? At the local Chinese Buffet sits a picture of a waterfall with the sun peaking above the misty clouds and a brown eagle at the center of the picture. I know I will never see this place in my life time, but I can always look at the picture when I go eat at the Chinese Buffet. I think by what I hear the weathermen say on television the cold weather is gone for good. The weather has generated great humidity over at the beach. I have serious doubts the clothes are going to get dry on the clothesline, but I still end up hanging them out. The clothes usually almost get totally dry. I just heard the paper being dropped off by a passing car. There is no paper boy on a bicycle throwing out papers here. The paper is dropped off before daylight so when we put out the garbage or have some other reason to go outside the paper is there. Happy Valentine's day tomorrow to all the people who view the blog today. I think mom and I settled on going to the Breakers tomorrow to celebrate Valentines by buying a big juicy grilled fancy hamburger. I have been craving the burger when I am around this restaurant on the beach. The grilled hamburger odor carries over to where I am trying to take sea pictures. It is a temptress of smells that says" come and eat." I hear and obey. Do you remember handing out candy hearts to your classmates in school? Did you also hand out those little valentine cards with cute sayings? Do you remember your school crushes? Do you know of anyone who had a crush on you and did they tell you? These are just some of the memories of past valentines.
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At 6:27 AM, Lew said…
Paperboy. I was a paperboy when I was young. I had too many papers to carry on a bicycle. My route was 80 papers which I felt was too much for me to deliver by myself so I got my friend Artie to split the paper route with me. This was a rural area and so I had to walk from home to home. I carried the papers in a heavy canvas bag with a shoulder strap which the newspaper supplied. The people were spoiled. Everybody wanted the paper left in a different spot; sometimes just inside the screen door, sometimes in the mail box, sometimes on the porch, and one family wanted me to just walk into their kitchen through the back door and leave the paper on top of the refrigerator. When I would walk in everyone would be in the kitchen having their morning cup of coffee and breakfast. You have to remember that this was a very trusting town just like Mayberry. The Sunday paper was the worst because of the size of it. It was just too big to carry forty papers at once so I would take half of them and then return home for the other half and go out again to complete the route. My friend Artie was in the same situation. On Sunday's we got the paper in several bundles with a different section in each bundle; section A in one bundle, section B in another bundle, section C instill another bundle and so on. We had to combine the different sections together. In the winter it was still dark when the sections of newspaper were delivered to my house. It would be bitter cold. My parents didn't want us assembling the papers in our house because the noise would wake them. And Artie's parents felt the same. So there we were kneeling in the snow putting the different sections of the paper together on a cold dark wintry night. Doesn't that story just make you feel like "those poor boys, how they must have suffered" stories. It was cold and it was miserable but we got paid fifty cents a day so although we were cold, we were happy. In New York you had to be 16 years of age to work. The only exception was paperboy. So very few kids worked. What about papergirl? I knew and briefly dated one when I first moved to Florida. She said that they did write-ups in the paper on her as the only papergirl in Miami. Have a good day and enjoy your hamburger at the beach. Lew
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