Labor history tour guide remembers his mail deliverer days
I hoist the mail bag over my shoulder. Damn, this thing is heavy. I begin to walk down the sidewalk, satchel bursting with papers. Drip, drip, drip. The sweat begins to roll down from my forehead and back of neck. My shirt becomes stained with perspiration as I struggle with the overbearing load.
Source: peoplesworld.org
