Call Me Old Fashioned But I Love the Newspaper!
It saddens me when I take a peak down my street in the wee hours of the morning and see only one newspaper. It’s The one on my driveway I pickup after a grueling 12 hour night shift. It lays there like a drunk single old man in your almost empty local dive bar. While that newspaper is very lonely, I will always be willing to rescue it from its depressed drunken stupor.
I find it harder to explain to people what I love about the newspaper. In today’s day and age of free flowing real time electronic information, it no longer makes sense to most Americans. But to me, its a nostalgic tradition like Apple Pie and Fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Reading the newspaper with a light breakfast and a cup of coffee for me is a sensory tingling experience. Maybe I am exaggerating a bit but I really like the smell of a freshly printed newspaper. It’s like a flowery nose of a new world Cabernet. Or the smell of a wet creosote bush after a desert monsoon shower.
Even if I only read one or two articles it always seems worth it to me to pay for this old beat up car feel. It’s a classic Corvette with plenty of miles still left on the grungy old engine. Just like the newspaper, it makes your hands dirty but still feels nostalgic.
I gotta end it here as I didn’t get a chance yet to read one article today. I was too busy on YouTube! 🙂