Sunday, July 3, 2011
It always had the aroma, the smell if you will. In the neighborhood, it was called Six Links, and I'm sure it had something to do with the number of units facing the street of this brick apartment building at Morrill's Corner. It was one of my early morning stops delivering papers. As I remember, I only dropped papers at four doors, but had to make the trip up the long set of stairs and two sets of hallways. At 5 AM, the radiators were banging away and little elderly ladies were peeking out of their doorways, checking out who was walking the halls at this hour. It was so warm up there, almost too warm with peculiar smells coming from under doors. Most of the units had a least two rooms, a kitchen area/dining room and a bedroom. I always wished it was my last stop, so I might linger longer in the warmth on those Maine winter mornings.