
I remember what a nice thing it used to be to hole up in a comfortable chair every Sunday with the fresh, heavy, inky, Sunday New York Times and a pot of coffee.
No newspapers. One of those “grandpa, what was it like...” moments you thought would never come. Maybe they’ll grow lean and bounce back for a time. Who knows? Industries are ever evolving or disappearing. Looks like maybe the horse and buggy could come back...to cart off the newspaper.