Every day after school I would ride my bike to the Blade station at Carlton and Spencer Street. I learned the art of pitching pennies against the wall while waiting for papers to arrive; closest to the wall won. A perfect day of delivering papers was when every throw made it on the porch. If you missed, you stopped, parked your bike, and put the paper on the porch. If you had a job, you did it right. Every Saturday morning, I would go door to door to collect my route. The Blade was 48 cents a week. When Christmas came around most customers gave me 50 cents or a dollar tip.