I started delivering local newspapers for the exercise in all the walking, but graduated to a bicycle when my back started playing up. Then the move to a motorcycle was made. Good thinking on my part for once !!
The term "Old Paperboy" came about one morning about three years ago, right after I gave up the pushbike for the scooter.
A young lass of around 7 or 8 was at the letterbox with her mom when I pulled up one morning during school holidays, and I heard her say, "It's not the postie mom, it's the old paperboy"
Well, at 60 I didn't get called a boy too often and it put me in a real good mood for the rest of that day.
Most days are enjoyable but that can soon change given some people's inconsideration and others total arrogance, in relation to their letterboxes and access to them.
This blog will be mainly a visual insight into the many aspects involved in delivering these papers and will highlight the problems and difficulties encountered on each and every delivery day.
