Remember the thing that was delivered to your front door every morning your entire life?
Here's a riddle for you:
What's black, white and red all over?
Of course, it's "read" all over, but when you tell the riddle, you don't know that.
I don't ever remember not reading the newspaper. I was fascinated. Every inch of the paper. My favorite section: The Op/Ed. Opinion/Editorial. This is the section of the paper that is supposed to be biased. Supposedly, the rest of the paper is there to deliver facts. Second? The business section. Then Social/Living. (Dear Abby). Comics.
A certain order to reading my paper. Although, Op/Ed is the best. I save it for last. I start with the funnies. Then the business section. Then Living. Everything else in between. The Op/Ed last.
Every single column. Reading in their entirety. Completely fascinated by the way people think. Proud we live in a country where we can say what we want - and not be killed for thinking the way we think. I might not agree with you. What I support is that you are free to say you DON'T support something. There are LOTS of angry people out there.
Maybe I'm a bit more of a romantic than I confess. The newspaper and the post office. A woman from a different time.
I'm evolving though. Two years ago, when we switched houses for the first time - the people there subscribed to the newspaper. So, did I. We were both so excited we all still received the paper delivered.
Day One, I read the newspaper. Day Three? I remembered it was at the end of the drive and I went to get it. Day 5, I received an e-mail from the people living in my house. "We put the paper on hold until you get back". Funny, I'm doing that today too.
I put their newspaper on hold. I never renewed my subscription. A habit was broken just like that. Yes, we missed it. For a bit. The boys used to argue over the sports section. Once we got home, we did receive it for a bit. It didn't last long. We never renewed our subscription.
Occasionally, I buy the Sunday paper. Love the leisurely reading. Love looking through it. Enjoying the paper. Clipping coupons. The paper. Love it all.
This week, for the first time in bit, I bought a Sunday paper. Read still in my same order.
The coupons and the Op/Ed set aside to saviour the moment - read at the end of the day. To wrap up a Sunday evening with relaxation and provoking thought. On Tuesday, I threw the coupons and Op/Ed away. Without opening. For the first time ever.
Guess I won't be buying the paper again.