As I lie in my warm bed early this snowy morning, I’m wondering if I’ll have a Sun Journal waiting for me after such a heavy snowstorm.

As I make my way to a window on the driveway side, and raise the shade, I notice how deep the snow is. But, sure enough, I also notice the paper carrier’s footprints in the snow coming over the top of the snowbank, deposited there by the city plow, and all the way to my mailbox where I can see the paper there waiting for me.

Neither snow, nor rain, nor dark of the night will stay the carrier from his or her appointed rounds.

I never see the carrier, who goes by at about 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning, but I know my paper will be there when I get up in the morning.

Well done, paper carrier.

Roger J. Jalbert, Lewiston