Mirrors
I was eleven when I got my first paper route. You had to be thirteen. “If the route manager approves it, I’ll give it to you,” Freddy Bullwinkle said. Kids called him Bullwinkle because he had big ears. A few days later it was mine. The Long Island Star Journal. “Remember, John, the most important part of the job is collecting.” He winked. “If you get any new customers, you get cash or prizes.” I did great. I liked people and people liked me, and most important it got me out of the house. A couple of months later, I picked up the papers at the delivery spot at the 32nd Avenue underpass to the BQE. As I cut the twine away, I noticed the headline. Martin Luther King... Read more...
