Very local, very early news.
A man who lives in a loft apartment in a building I pass on my way to work hangs a bucket out his window to just a few feet above the sidewalk, for the newspaper guy to put his paper in.
At least, I’m assuming it’s a man that lives there. Hanging a bucket out your window for your newspaper seems like a guy sort of thing to do. But I’ve never seen him or anything.
Anyway, I add things to the bucket.
Things like a flower from the rosebush around the corner (“Special Events”), pennies (“Finance Section”), flyers I find as long as they’re interesting (“Ads”), an apple (“Food”), cute bookmarks, stuff like that.
I suppose there’s a chance that I’m annoying him, but as long as he keeps casting the net, I’ll take the chance, and make sure he doesn’t pull it back empty. After all, he must want to know what’s happening around him, if he reads the paper, right?
And baby, I’m what’s happening.
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I love that! What a sweet thing to do
This morning he got a bar of soap from the hotel on my last vacation. It smells nice, especially on hot days.
I imagine him as an old war veteren that has lost contact with his grown daughter after his PTSD caused him to drink too much. He was a bad influence, said his ex wife. He’s been sober for 20 years now but has been left by everyone he once loved. And now he is getting little gifts from a stranger who he thinks is an angel. He is right
*smiles* Actually, I think he owns the design studio downstairs, and judging by the parties I’ve seen passing by in the evenings on occasion, he’s young.
Oh. Haha, I was imaging a shut-in.
Naw, I think he just doesn’t want to go down three flights of stairs for his paper every morning. Can’t say as I blame him.