Oxnard-- I hope everyone is off to a great 2023 and all those New Year’s resolutions are still in place.
THIS all started when I was a little boy when my father would come home, and the whole house would hear him rustle the paper, shuffle into his dad chair, and let out a big sigh. He was home.
My mother would prepare dinner, and when we all sat down to eat, they would discuss the Vietnam War and how Nixon was doing. I would read the sports page because I was a big Mets, Knicks, and New York Rangers fan. I had to fold the paper carefully, however, so when my father got home, the paper looked good as new.
My father brought me to a local paper when I got older, and as I’ve said before, my first job was as a paperboy.
That went along nicely, although I spent too much time at the ice cream parlor on my route. I got a flyer from the distribution manager announcing a contest with a prize of new sneakers if I got eight new subscriptions. I wanted those sneakers.
I got a bunch of new subscriptions and thought…
