Nothing like old news!

Time and tide waits for no man . We must enjoy the ride.

Grandpa's Stories for Young Boys

Ah, to be a paperboy again!  This dates back about 75 years ago when I was a whippersnapper. …….  Today, I may be a poet.

My ears fill with the metered hiss

Of the wound- tight newspapers

As they sail into the porches

Of my Beachmont  route

Composing a riff of rhythmic thuds,

as they break the silence of the moist Kentucky morn

Now and then an impatient subscriber ventures out

To retrieve or catch the news in flight;

Their robes clutched about them

And, treating me to an occasional wave,

Each paper, a payment on my self esteem

And, a sponsor of a fresh doughnut…..

First-customer delivered , for my trip home

Along the long downhill bridle path

Recently, I visited those same spaces

Some seventy years hence, via the internet

All of those sweet little houses

That once relished fresh news

Had gone sour with the push of time;

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