in the quiet mornings of the lockdown, the paper boys, with a predispositional zest for life, renew from the outset their daily journey. it seems almost like an unspoken commandment, one not to spurn the responsibility of delivering news to the world at its doorsteps. with streets emptier, their bicycle tires hum a tune of resilience and hope, reminding the neighborhood that life, in all its forms, carries on.