When my husband Jim told me about his first job, as a paperboy, I had to hold my sides because I was laughing so hard. At age 10, he would get up at 4 a.m., load up his bike with papers and work like crazy to deliver them before the 7 a.m. deadline. If it was really bad weather, he would wake up his father to help finish the job. (Note: Our current paper person delivering in a car doesn’t seem to have that sense of urgency.
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