The stupid newspaper office in Dover has refused to give me a newspaper route (see my blog below). Something about the weirdness of riding a fifty-year-old bike to deliver papers in this day and age. As if newspapers could be delivered from a car---ha. Something too about the potential danger and liability and inefficiency of my having only one seeing eye and only seven fingers (see another blog below).
To hell with them! Once a newspaper boy, always a newspaper boy!
-Old Gargoyle
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