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January 25, 2012

Some memories are keepers

My brother and I had, what were known as paper routes, back before adults got in their cars and did it the easy way. We walked and rode bicycles to deliver the Knoxville Journal, the morning paper. I was 13, he 12. Dad was fresh out of the service, like many today, and taking jobs wherever they could be found. Mom stayed at home with us five kids.

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