Back in the 60’s a lot of
kids would have paper routes to earn extra money and learn responsibility. It wasn’t like today where papers are
delivered by small business owners. Back
then it was young kids that delivered newspapers. The way it’s going with the Internet, daily newspapers
could be a thing of the past in the near future.
I didn’t have a paper route myself
but sometimes I would help out Frank B and John O with their paper route. The route was in Walnut Park and they had
specific customers but we had extra papers in case someone unexpected wanted
one. We had a wooded cart with two big steel wheels that
carried the papers stacked vertically. I'm sure you've seen some old movies possibly black & white movies where you saw a kid pushing or pulling a newspaper cart. We pulled the cart around though
the different neighborhoods delivering papers to the regular customers but we
always had extra papers for the occasionally customers that would stop us
on the route.
Our last stop was always at
Lombardo’s on Riverview and West Florissant to get a pizza. Papers were delivered late at night so it was
always a treat after delivering papers. We went to the back door of
Lombardo's to place our order and waited in the parking lot until it was
ready. The pizza was hot
& delicious, so hot that it would burn the roof over your mouth but still
you couldn’t wait to bite into it. I
don’t remember what it cost but spending some of our profit didn’t bother
us. As I remember it seemed like the
best pizza ever made, maybe it was or maybe it was just seemed like it at the
time.
Memories are funny they make small
moments in our life unique or special in some way which can never be relived
because they wouldn’t be as special the 2nd time around. Did you ever see a movie when you were
younger and you thought it was the best ever?
As an example “Billy Jack” was a breakout hit in the early 70's and young adults loved it but I am warning you don’t
try to relive those memories by watching it today. Leave that alone it’s much
better as a memory.
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