Morning Newspaper

March 7

I am thankful for my morning nrewspaper. My dogs and I begin the early morning routine by going for a walk and then picking up the newspaper, which is hopefully in my front yard. My entire day is disrupted should there be no paper when I expect one. My morning nrewspaper is attached Pavlovianesquely with my morning coffee. On days when the paper does not arrive by our daily morning walk, my entire day begins in a dysfunctional manner. I frantically call the help line to get delivery reinstated and remain out of sync until I hear the plop of the thrown newspaper into the driveway.

I first became interested in morning newspapers when I was in the fifth grade in Edinburg, Indiana and I took on a paper route. It was hard work but taught me many lessons, such as trifolding the newspaper tightly and rubber banding it, packing the bag securely, being able to navigate the bicycle with the heavy bag on your back, and finally, learning the proper wrist snap required for accurate throwing of newspapers. And on Sundays, hoping that your father would drive you on your route because of the heftiness of Sunday papers, especially when it was cold and snowy.

Now, the morning newspaper is the only daily newspaper in Baton Rouge, but even if there was an afternoon paper, I would continue to get the morning one. The morning paper is the ONLY paper! 

morning newspaper

i can’t wait to get

my morning newspaper

i make a beeline to pick it up

read the latest caper

catch up on robberies

to see the wars fought

how many people were murdered

and all that what naught

i know I must be a bludgeon

for asking for such punishment

but i can’t seem to leave it alone

in my book it’s money well spent.

© rt tulley