Originally Posted by Rocky Gravol

1969, I was ten years old.

A local neighborhood rag called "The Shopping News".
I had to deliver to a hundred and fifty houses. In a hilly part of Seattle,
where not only was it hilly, but there was a flight or two of steps to get to the front door.
For sevenry-five cents. An inflation calculator says that's about six bucks today.

We had those canvas bags with the pockets in front and back,
They were so ******* heavy.
To avoid having to carry them we draped them over the banana seat of our Sting Rays.

We learned real fast that we were being exploited.
We also learned real fast, that 99 % of the people on the route, didn't know or care if they got
what was essentially junk mail.

We would dump the papers in the vacant houses in the neighborhood.
Then this group of bad white suburban newsboys would free roam the city on our Stingrays,
because we couldn't go home, until we finished our deliveries.

I survived free range parenting.