Dear Paper Delivery Friend,
Every weekend my Saturday and Sunday mornings start with the same
comfortable ritual.
After I wake up way too early for a weekend, I start a strong pot of coffee. Once brewing begins, I tread out the door to get The State newspaper that’s tucked beneath our mailbox. When I venture outside, the day is just waking so the gray morning fuzz hides my pjs and bedhead. Then over several cups of hot coffee, while everyone else in the house is still asleep, I scour the newspaper section by section.
It’s a short two-day routine I cherish and I thank you for all the work you do to make it possible.
In this day and age, your ever-present ongoing reliability amazes me.
I am so grateful to have my newspaper, always put so carefully just right where it should be. Because of your work, the paper is never late, never wet and never, ever blowing through my front yard.
I know your workday must start absurdly early. So for every rainy, cold, crack of dawn Saturday and Sunday morning that you’re out there, I offer you a million thanks.
You make my day.
Thank you for all you do for me and every other subscriber on route C14454.
Sincerely,
Julie Turner
The Thank You Project is a yearlong Wordsmith letter writing and blog project. I’m recognizing and thanking people who enrich my life and make my community an even better place to live.
Glad to hear you still enjoy the print editions. I get the paper whenever I wake up and think the wonderful delivery man might have been by-sometimes I even hear his distinctive vehicle. After a good read, if the rest of my world is not up, I turn out the light and catch some more zzzzzzzzz. Ah, retirement