Call Me Old Fashioned But I Love the Newspaper!

by Larry

It az republicsaddens 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!  🙂

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