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The Newspaper

It has been awhile since we've had a newspaper subscription. I love reading the paper, and I dont' know why. I don't even REALLY read it. I just like to get it, hold it and look in the general direction of the printed surface. It is the sheer challenge of actually managing to find the time to sit down with a paper that is appealing. I think that is really all it is.

I'm not all that interested in the content.

Sunday's paper is really the only one I take interest in. Everything during the week is just the newspaper agency's attempt at showing us they work normal 40 hour work-weeks. "Hmmm, don't bother running it through the spell checker. I don't think anybody will read us today. In fact, throw in an article about a cat that dresses himself in women's clothing."

As I sit down with the Sunday paper, the first thing I do is pull out the sections I'm interested in. I lose the stock reports, the grocery coupons, stuff for sale and the travel section. I am then left with a manageable pile: Sports, magazine section, TV, comics and local news.

Here is my thing with the news: I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't mean to sound insensitive, it's just that by the tiime I read about something, it's obviously too late to help. It already happened.

Now, if you told me that tomorrow a bus was going to go sailing off the Himalayas, I would get involved. I'd pick up the phone and warn them. "Don't get on the bus. Didn't you see the paper?"

If I read something on Sunday that happened on Saturday, what can I do? At best, I can call to console. "I only just now heard."

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