I had both at different times. The Shopping News route did not last very long. I made the mistake of starting the route just prior to Thanksgiving with each shopping news three inches thick with all the holiday ads. The 160 shopping news just about finished me and my bike off. I wound up only delivering 25 % and threw the rest in the garbage and never got paid.
Once upon a time, I delivered The Evening Star, a long-defunct afternoon newspaper in the DC area. I was too lazy to get out of bed to deliver The Washington Post, which was the AM newspaper. Sometime later I bought a house I once delivered papers to, and I lived in it for over 30 years. My neighbors threw a block party for my 50th birthday, and one of my Evening Star customers who still lived up the street was in attendance.
On the strength of your review, I'm ordering Grit. I only browsed a few articles when I saw it around the house at my North Carolina relatives' houses when I was a pre-teen. I remember one humorous one where two old farmers are drinking and whose opinions of their troubles get brighter the more they drink. One's pronunciation of idiot is id -jit, referring to his mildly retarded daughter, who grows smarter with each sip of homemade whiskey. This is big deer hunting country and I don't hear anyone say 'venison'. It's 'deer' or 'deer meat' around here. I want to study some pics of kudzu and see if it has reached the eastern shore of Maryland. I'm not familiar with it. We do have an invasive tree here which is taking over the local woods. I once studied solar power in some depth and built some hot water panels. Everything worked but I didn't put together a total system. I was good at the theoretical and poor at the practical and never did anything with it - learned a lot I never used. Thanks for the overview, Ken.
I don't know what Shopping News is. My big killer was the Sunday newspaper because of all the weekly advertisements. They were called "inserts,"and hit my driveway in a bundle separate from the actual newspaper. I had to manually insert the ads into the papers before delivering them. Each assembled paper was like a thick phone book.
Just once I delivered a local paper for two weeks while visiting urban relatives in Texas. One scranny-armed cousin was showing me how he could speed along, no hands-on his bike and toss the paper and almost get it to the porches, a good distance from the street. His best was hitting the steps. Well, he was looking sideways eyeing up his toss when I yelled watch out. He hit the back of a low flatbed trailer parked in the street. It drove his bike up into his cajones and into the bar that proudly said this is a boy's bike and not for sissy girls. The doctor recommended he take a couple of weeks off. So to save his job, I stepped up despite his taunting that no girl can throw far enough. His dad bought him a new bike that I broke in for him and it was no problem for me to hit the porches which all the customers appreciated. When I collected I was given some big tips by appreciative customers that wanted to know why I had a strong accurate arm. I told them I was a Colorado mountain ranch working girl that loved roping and throwing knives for recreation. I didn't share one dime of the tips with him which aggravated him until the day he died a few years back. I reminded him he kept his job, got the two weeks' pay for the time I worked, and got a new bike. It wasn't my fault that my tips for the two weeks I worked were more than he made in 6 months or his mama gave me $50 when I left to show appreciation for helping with daily chores and keeping the bedroom I stayed in order.
I never heard if grit as something to read or something to look forward to. I've heard of the word, grit and what it means and of course, the movie, "True Grit." I didn't know it was some kind of publication.
I vaguely recall seeing Grit when I was a little kid. I think my uncle had it. He owned a small dairy farm in a somewhat rural area.
I knew I had mentioned this before so, given that I wanted to bring it up again, I thought I'd do it here. I have been watching North Woods Law, which is about Maine Game Wardens, and they consistently refer to deer meat as deer meat, rather than as venison. I grew up in the UP of Michigan, where - or at a time when - most men (and a lot of women) hunted deer, and I had never heard it referred to as deer meat until I left the UP of Michigan, except maybe from someone who had never been around hunting. I don't know about other parts of the state, but everyone referred to it as venison.
I just noticed this comment. I was born in Decatur County and grew up in Crawfordsville (until '63, when we moved to Virginia.)
I have never heard anyone refer to it as "deer meat." WIKI says that "venison" originally meant the meat of a game animal but now refers primarily to the meat of horned ungulates such as elk or deer. A hunting site also says it can be used in reference to moose meat, and to other species such as antelope on other continents. I looked up the etymology of the word, and found this: ****************************************c. 1300, from Old French venesoun "meat of large game," especially deer or boar, also "a hunt," from Latin venationem (nominative venatio) "a hunt, hunting, the chase," also "game as the product of the hunt," from venatus, past participle of venari "to hunt, pursue," probably from PIE *wen-a-, from root *wen- (1) "to desire, strive for." **************************************** I can't find anything specific as to when it became customary to assume that venison meant deer meat, but one would assume it happened in regions where there were no other species of horned ungulates. @Ken Anderson Perhaps those Maine game wardens refer to it as deer meat rather than venison so as not to confuse it with moose meat.