I was a paper boy, along with Tom Rahme, for the Clementon News Agency for a couple of years. Tom and I were childhood friends from 3^rd grade through HS. After HS, we drifted apart.

After I ended my career as a bicycle paperboy, I went on to deliver Sunday morning papers from the back of a Wagoneer Jeep. That route included Clementon, parts of Lindenwold and Pine Hill. We picked up dozens of bundles of papers dumped off in the front of Pete’s (smoke shop and soda fountain) in downtown Clementon at around 2 am. Then we headed for Setzler’s garage, the guy who owned Clementon New Agency, and quickly folded the papers and/or bagged them before putting them in a particular order in the back of the Jeep. We called the Philadelphia Inquirer, “Inks”, the Bulletin, “Bulls” and the Courier Post, “Post”. One guy would drive, and me and another older teenager (Chris Gehrhart), would sit or stand on either side of the tailgate and either throw or “run” the paper up to the houses from 3am until about 7 am. Then we drive to the back of the Clementon doughnut shop to deliver the last paper and get free cream doughnuts and coffee from the owner. I forget his name. Half the time we met Clementon and Lindenwold cops just coming off the grave yard shift, I think. I did this from age 12 to age 16. The driver, Skeets Nichols, went on to take over the New Agency and then years later opened a quick stop kind of store on Gibbsboro road. I think it was called, “Nichols (something)”. Nice memory.