The news. . .

I have to apologize to our newspaper delivery man.  Yes, my wife and I still read them.  Yesterday, when I came out of the bedroom to start breakfast my wife Joan was walking in from the garage, her face was long, and she told me that the newspaper had not been delivered.  I was shocked, absolutely shocked.  I asked her if she looked under the car that I left parked on the driveway.  She said she did.  She looked everywhere.

Angered, I asked her to phone the delivery people and ask them to send someone over as soon as possible, or we are simply going to have to talk to each other over breakfast this morning.

I prepared breakfast, I like doing that.  We sat down at the table and started to eat, we looked at each other and started to laugh.  Just then the front door bell rang.  Wow, that was fast.  I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a man at the door.  I went to the door and opened it, and saw, with great disappointment, it was only the FedEx man.  I signed for the package and noticed a little package stuffed into the door handle and the news paper on the door mat.  With great confusion I took the FedEx package, the little package that was stuffed in the door handle, and the newspaper into the house.

This was a morning, more then I could bear.  The first thing we did was open the FedEx package nothing of great importance.  Certainly not as significant as a news paper.  I can deal with that later in the day.  We opened the little package that was stuffed in the door handle and it turned out to be a few checks that one of our neighbors put there; donations for the City Of Hope for which my wife is the treasurer in our local chapter.  Most important, there was our daily newspaper.  Life could now begin in earnest for the day.

We sat down at the table, took out our favorite parts of the paper to read, and began to eat. Half way through our breakfast the door bell rang again, I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a man with a news paper in his hand.  I went to the door, opened it, and the man handed me another news paper.  It was then that I realized that the neighbor who left the checks in the door handle picked up the news paper from it’s normal delivery spot and put in on the door mat presumably to make life a little easier for us this morning.  Thank you Don S. for your kind thoughts; and I sincerely apologize to you, our favorite news paper delivery man, for the thoughts that I cannot write here.



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