This is my daily early morning good deed. The overworked paper delivery women, in a hurry, often drop the newspapers outside the elevator. And I understand why. To save time. I know the only apartment on our floor that gets papers is a couple in 80s. I move em to their door. 😇

My pre-dawn walk habit started during the lockdown gave me a close look at how the newspaper delivery scene works in our Manhattan neighborhood. It isn't Dennis the menace or Archie Andrews type boys on bikes. It's a bunch of latinas in minivans, running around buildings.