Saturday, February 11, 2012
This rusted, yellow bulldozer seems a bit out of sorts in this field of snow, but even in the heat of summer, I think this machine would have some trouble getting to work. The first job that I ever had was delivering morning papers down Allen Avenue. My little alarm clock would buzz off at around 5 AM, and I was off. If I was smart, I'd jump out of bed, dress head downstairs and out the door. Some mornings I wasn't. I'd shut those eyes for just... and it was over. I hated getting out of that routine and heading out an hour later. The whole morning looked different. More people out and about. Cars I had never seen. Customers at the door asking, "Where you been?" It doesn't happen often these days, but if I roll over and see the number 6, the day always rolls along with me trying hard just to play catch-up. That's not a feeling I like to experience... except on weekends.