The Bread Trucks Whisper

I crept out of my room as silently as possible on Saturdays to sit too close to the almost silent TV and watch bugs and daffy. I had a plan to get a paper route when I was older, maybe old enough so the bad dudes down the block wouldn't hit me. Earned some extra money for Pa. But I'd need a bike. He called me every afternoon from a payphone at around five o'clock. Ready, we all. Meet me outside in a half hour. It was a great place. The sun hit it in the afternoon and when it rained, the old wood porch was like my boat as the alley turned to a muddy river.