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For Whom the Horn Blows

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I had been working as a landscape laborer,
digging ditches, laying sod, and all sorts of physical
labor. But as school started in the fall, the cold set in,
and there was very little of that type of work to be had.
I checked the employment board at the university twice
each day trying to be the first in line for any new job
that might open.
I did odd jobs of all kinds and continued to look
for more steady work. Then, finally, I saw a posting for
someone to drive a mail truck around campus. I hurried
and filled out the application, and soon had the job.
Each afternoon at one o’clock, after I finished my
classes, I would bike over to the campus mail center.
Afternoon classes were still in full swing, and it was
often a slow drive to the buildings in the center of
campus since I had to make my way down busy
sidewalks.
I drove the last mail run of the day, and I collected
and dropped off mail at every building’s mail room.
Seldom did I have to sort the mail into the separate
mailboxes, as that was someone else’s job. But once in

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