The Denver Post driver was late today. I almost slept in. From our porch I watched him go up the street, turn around, and head back directly at our house where the street curves. He was reaching down on the floorboard for a paper as he went around the bend in front of our house. If a car had been coming, it was head-on collision time. If he lost control, it was a remodel job for our porch and other parts of the front of our house. I decided that when he's running late I won't stand on the porch or any place else in front without an easy escape route . I can hardly wait for icy streets.