Taking the boy out of George, one lonely note at a time
March 28th, 2008 § Leave a Comment
My day begins with the newspaper. Years ago, I would wake to a thudding sound as the newspaper hit my front door. But as crime escalated in the city, my condo will no longer allow the newspaper delivery person to enter the locked building. In the early morning, I slip on a house coat and quietly walk down to the front door—the only resident with a newspaper subscription.
And after receiving an impossibly cheap subscription to the National Post, I’ve continue to subscribe to the Post (much to the chagrin of my left-leaning and liberal friends).
