I was a suburban paperboy in the late Sixties.
Way back then there were no laptops or smart phones, and there was no internet or Google maps. For the homeowners on my paper route, I was the internet.
It all started as a last-minute favor for a friend. His family was going out of town unexpectedly for the upcoming weekend, and he needed someone to deliver the Saturday and Sunday papers for him. He also offered to pay me enough to make it worth my time. We were both in the fifth grade, so I had no idea what my time was worth. Read more