I'm 72 years old, raised three children, worked hard all my life, buried my wife and retired when I couldn't drive my tractor-trailer safely any longer. I don't usually let things get me down. I hit the golf ball shorter, turn the TV up louder and walk a little slower. I've accepted these natural occurrences with grace and dignity. My problem is, I'm going through a period of mourning, or at least that's what it feels like. I'm trying to face it with courage, but I have lost my husband-and-wife team of Press delivery people.

Ron and Renate Clancy, of Villas, have retired. They delivered The Press for about 10 years. When I awake, I don't know exactly how my day will turn out. I'm not 100 percent sure of the weather forecast. But for 10 years, I knew one thing already had happened: My newspaper was on my front deck in that pretty blue plastic covering.

It didn't matter if the temperature was 6 below or 96, rain, sleet or blazing sun, my newspaper was going to be on my deck, no further than 10 feet from my front door. I experienced days when I didn't get any mail, but I swear I can't remember ever not getting my newspaper.

It's unreasonable to expect the new newspaper delivery person to be as good as the Clancys. Things happen, and I understand this, and I won't put the new person under the microscope. I'm even willing to give him one miss in the next 10 years, if the need arises.

But I hope my new delivery person is from the old school that the Clancys attended. To them, I say thank you for your dedication. And the best thing I can wish for you both, in your well-deserved retirement, is that when you get up in the morning, hours later than you previously had to arise, your newspaper is near your front porch. Thank you both.

BOB UHOLIK

Erma