- Joined
- Mar 2, 2024
- Messages
- 95
- Reaction Score
- 437
Being a paperboy back in the day was basically a mix of mob boss and intelligence officer. You knew everything—who was behind on bills, who just got a new car, who was vacationing based on the mail pile-up and the temporarily suspended delivery request. You overheard stuff through screen doors, spotted late-night guests sneaking out in the morning, and if you kept your mouth shut? Boom—holiday bonus. Respect was earned, not given. Cross me, and your Sunday Courant might just land in the puddle. We weren’t just slinging papers—we were running the neighborhood intel network with spokes, ink, and silence.