Had a paper route in 1950-51, Los Angeles Times. Had an old Schwinn. Sunday was a pain. Collecting was a pain. But, the biggest pain of all was the Saint Bernard that would chase and try to bite me. That damned dog was as tall as the Shwinn's top tube and he was mean, the only mean St. Bernard I ever met or heard of. Finally cured him with my squirt gun filled with vinegar.

Joe