Not only did I start a new job today as copy editor for a national newspaper chain (that's right Canada: I M IN UR PAYPUR EDITIN UR NOOZE) but my son, 12, greeted me when I came home with the news that he is going into the family business. He is getting a paper route.
And yes, he knows about my internet handle. He also knows my professional history, from delivering the Sault Star as a boy to writing the high school pages and then covering Rotary Club meetings when I was 16 in Hamilton, the grind on the weeklies in across Southern Ontario (Ingersoll, Caledonia, Port Dover, Listowel, Napanee, Picton and Stoney Creek) and the big money jobs for great metropolitan newspapers in Tokyo and elsewhere.
This makes him the fourth generation of our clan to bring you your daily newspaper. My grandfather briefly drove a newspaper delivery truck and my father was a paperboy for several years.
As the blues song says "They call me the paperboy, because I can deliver"
That song hasn't been recorded yet, so enjoy this song, by another Paperboy:
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Congrats to both of you!
Hey, Rev!
This is the best news I've heard all week.
Have fun.
Way to go, Rev and progeny!!
Great news!
Wow! congratulation.. Happy for you...
Thanks.. Congats to you guys.. God bless..!!!
Larry
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Congratulations Messers. Paperboy
Congrats! :-)
Hooray for Rev. and Rev. jr! Good news and Books and I are happy to hear it.
Congratulations Kevin, and to the Jr. Paperboy as well. I am exceedingly heartened.
Nice!
Congratulations to both of you! Excellent news.
Even though it's been said several times already...congratualtions to both of you.
Carrying a paper route in Canada is certain to build character. My route in Iowa was one of the worst jobs I ever had, and you can't buy that kind of experience.
I had me some paper routes when I was a young'un. It did not build my character, it sure built up my calves. We used to lug up to several hundred pounds of newsprint from the "station" to our route that was about a mile away and about a mile long. It was the Omaha World Herald and my first route included the campus of Mutual of Omaha and United Benefit Insurance companies. They were surrounded by single family homes, tenements, apartment complexes and small businesses. In the 50 years since I quit delivering on that route, the insurance companies have eaten most of those properties and crapped out vast acreages of parking lots. I will be there in about six weeks to pinch cheeks, feel the biceps and make nice about grand nieces and nephews, commisserate with my elderly siblings (4 of us on the gummint old age dime) and cadge drinks, food, lodging and various entertainments from my successful nieces and nephews. I will advise all of my family's parents to encourage their children to do something more productive than carrying newspapers--like owning bigassmoneymakin' blogs such as this one. {;>)
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