3016. I especially I didn’t want my parents to find out about what was happening. I didn’t want them to find out that I was throwing away thirty-five papers every single day. By the end of January I found a solution for what to do with the extra papers.
There was a big brick apartment house about a block from my home. It
was once a farm house, and behind it there was an old red barn. That
barn was always locked up but behind it, just past a little yard, was
the driveway for an apartment house on the next block.
When the driveway was plowed out after a snow storm they pushed all the
snow into a gigantic heap up against the back of the barn. There was a
big space between the snow pile and the barn and if you were cutting
through the yards you came to a place where you couldn’t be seen from
3319. Every day I would take all the extra newspapers and throw them between the snow pile and the barn. There was no way you could have seen me doing such a stupid thing, and there was no way you could see the papers either.