Delivering the Globe, one street at a time

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By Kevin Cullen

The last time I delivered newspapers, I was 12 years old, standing on the porch of one of my neighbors on Linden Avenue in Malden. It was collection day.

Mr. Daly was a nice man and paid me promptly. Exact amount owed, to the penny. When I lingered on the porch, he turned back and sized me up.

“What do you want?” he said. “A tip?”

I shrugged.

“Here’s a tip,” Mr. Daly said. “Stay in school, kid.”