I think this is Oakdale Street. As you can see, it has been flurried upon. Delivering papers on mornings like this was a blast. You had the continuous feeling of just slip sliding away. It was early, and my footprints were the only ones in town it seemed. On days like this, my bike still served me well. It always seemed to go a bit faster and had the tint of danger, as I braked and skidded about at every corner. That added to my early morning 'adventure'. When the snow got deeper in January, an old banana basket rescued from the local A&P and attached by wires to a small sled, provided just the device to give my shoulders a break and allow me to 'run' my paper route quite quickly. Now remember, for me, getting my route done as fast as possible was paramount. Once, I delivered all my 75 Press Heralds in about 22 minutes. I think that record still stands.