ne of the sounds I still think of as quintessentially “Wellington” is a kid shouting, “Paaay-aper!” in the dusk outside the railway station. It had a powerful impression on me when I moved there to study and later work – evening commuters throwing down their coins and the paperboy (it was always a boy then) doing a flourish and snap with the newspaper as
Never too young To Earn!
Sep 18, 2023
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