At four a.m., Bob Marshall would fold newspapers for his paper route. He was 12 years old. While he banded and bagged about 30 copies he’d deliver that morning, he’d read the columns inside — particularly those by Dan Bernstein.
“It was kind of the early version of the meme,” Marshall said.
But Marshall didn’t just know Bernstein from the paper. He knew him from his aunt and uncle’s house, from family gatherings…