Paper Route Days & The Creepy Underwear-Man Under the Stairs

Kids with paper routes didn’t make it past the eighties.  And probably odd guys like The Grouch didn’t help matters… *** I don’t have high hopes for my first encounter at the Pearly Gates… “Let’s see…Walsh…Walsh…” as  St. Pete examines his pearl-handled clipboard.  ”You’re not Kevin Walsh, are you?” “Yeah.” “Not the one from Clawson?” “Um…yeah.” He shakes his head and grabs the lever.  ”You had to go there, didn’t you?” Knowing exactly what he’s referring to, I feel the floor suddenly give way. *** This evening, at the age of 48, I was a little nervous looking down these stairs, through the apartment lobby window, snapping a quick photo with my phone. That’s where The Grouch lay in wait every morning for four years of my life, just under the stairs on the left, like a troll–365 days a year. ** On warm muggy nights like this evening, I… Read More…