With every paper I’d deliver

I had a paper route from the time I was old enough to get one (you had to be 12 back in the day) until I left it to take a “real” job bagging groceries at age 16. That’s four years of delivering newspapers, every single day. If that won’t drill a work ethic intoContinue reading “With every paper I’d deliver”

Aruba? Are you kidding me?

As I’ve previously indicated here, I’m not a fan of television. But it’s a part of modern life, and one of those reasons that people like myself give to justify its existence is to “keep up with what’s happening in the world.” Fair enough. Reading a newspaper is another way of doing that, but theContinue reading “Aruba? Are you kidding me?”