Every day about dinner time, they would deliver the Evening Bulletin. You knew when it was coming because they would be laying on the car horn to let everyone know their paper was here. Just about every house got it.
Just as exciting was the mosquito fogging jeep. During the Summer they would run up and down our street fogging us with DDT. We didn't know any better and would run through the fog. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here.
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