I've had dreams lately, often about the same thing, when I was in my youth. Those were good times. Proper times. I used to deliver groceries on my bicycle after school. It was a fun and easy job. At delivery time, it didn't matter if the customer was home because nobody ever locked their doors. I'd just walk in the back door and deliver the groceries. At the end of the day, the manager would reach into his pocket and pay me and the other delivery boys in cash. We never counted the money because nobody ever cheated.
We were Americans; We knew and trusted each other.
That was indeed a long time ago.
2 comments:
must have been a lovely small town... must make living in a big city tough!
Ah I can understand why this makes you nostalgic. The world changes so quickly; glad we worship a Lord who doesn't.
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