because he is too swarthy to be called newspaper boy.
time was when he showed up in the early hours on his bicycle with precarious towers of daily news and held up one elevator car going floor to floor flinging them out. you walked the dog around his timing to avoid becoming hostage to the never-coming elevator.
these days he shows up a wee bit later on his shiny red motorcycle a shorter tower and is done in under the time it takes me and E to dawdle up the slope.
the times they are a'changin'. what surprises me is that the papers they are still a'comin'.
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