Hand to hand

(1989 August 11)

This morning I woke up and found the house rather chilly. Not caring to get up in the cold, I decided to turn up the heat for a short while and made my way toward the thermostat which happens to be near the front door. So it was I saw coming up the drive my paper boy riding a red small motorbike. When he got to the porch, he stopped and reached behind him and extracted from a bundle, my paper. Just as he opened the screen door, I opened the house door and stuck my arm way out with fingers wide open! It gave him a start as I hoped - but he still managed to put the paper in my hand.