OK - here goes (I am remembering 60 years ago).
I was folding on the corner, when I saw a guy throwing rocks at a window, acting, to me at 14, rather strangely. I called the cops. It turned out he was mute and deaf and was trying to get the attention of the residents who lived upstairs of the business.
I used to deliver quite early - like 3am - and would meet folks coming in from nights out/dates and hand them their morning paper.
I used a tremendously heavy Schwinn paper boys bike to service my 125 customers. And I had some pretty steep hills.
A 10 cent tip was a big deal, a 25 cent was a hooray!!
That's all for now, but I lived in a quiet neighborhood. Others must have more exciting tales!!
Please share them.