Funny how an image triggers memories....
As a paperboy, at one point we weren’t allowed to fold and throw the papers onto the lawn. They had to be on the step or inside the outer door. More work, you couldn’t throw it from the street anymore. This was the beginning of the end.
We made about a dollar a day on commission but there were tips when we collected once a week. It was also steady work, six days a week plus another day to collect. Saturdays were a killer because of the extra inserts, weight wise it was like two papers. We had to carry extra bags. We were given a bill each week and we had to pay the newspaper. If someone didn’t pay you for their papers on time, it came out of your pocket.
Delivering flyers for a local grocery store was $1 for a couple of hours after school on Wednesday. Our school got let out half an hour before the others so we had an advantage in being picked. We would all pile into a van and be dropped off in the neighborhoods. We had to run to get them distributed before the van returned. When the driver saw a cop car he would yell at us to duck down. The cops never stopped the van.
As a paperboy, at one point we weren’t allowed to fold and throw the papers onto the lawn. They had to be on the step or inside the outer door. More work, you couldn’t throw it from the street anymore. This was the beginning of the end.
We made about a dollar a day on commission but there were tips when we collected once a week. It was also steady work, six days a week plus another day to collect. Saturdays were a killer because of the extra inserts, weight wise it was like two papers. We had to carry extra bags. We were given a bill each week and we had to pay the newspaper. If someone didn’t pay you for their papers on time, it came out of your pocket.
Delivering flyers for a local grocery store was $1 for a couple of hours after school on Wednesday. Our school got let out half an hour before the others so we had an advantage in being picked. We would all pile into a van and be dropped off in the neighborhoods. We had to run to get them distributed before the van returned. When the driver saw a cop car he would yell at us to duck down. The cops never stopped the van.
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