Awakening I started a paper route on the first Monday of summer vacation in my 13th year. It was my first job and I was looking forward to earning the princely sum of one penny for each paper I delivered. My feet were cushioned in my new P.F. Flyers, and I was wearing comfortably old blue jeans, a long-sleeve jersey and a light jacket. The air was cold as I rolled my green, stripped-down Columbia bike off the side porch and headed for Riley’s paper store just as the sun was rising. Pop Riley insisted that his paper boys get an early start on their rounds. He set an example by being in his store for a couple of hours before the boys arrived with their bicycles and canvas shoulder bags. Pop said that way he could get work done before people came around to distract him.