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.”
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