That was a long freaking haul with close to my own body weight in newspapers slung over one shoulder in a canvas bag!Rain or shine that bag had to get empty and the only way was to sell those papers. Looking back now, I think I hated that job. It was work that took a lot of effort and at the end of it I had a handfull of money to show for it...but nothing that I could look at and see as a measure of accomplishment...chopping wood for campers at Duley Lake was WAY more fullfilling!
Oh yeah, to keep it just that little bit more undesirable, every so often I had to deliver to a house with a big (there were no other kinds in Labrador in those days...'crackies' came years later...as meals for the local dogs!) jeezely dog that had been chained up outside for years, only getting off the post to go in the woods every now and then.