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May I recommend

Getting your local paper delivered.

I know, I know, this is equivalent to recommending a flip phone or low rise jeans (we are NOT going back there, people!) but hear me out.

I started getting my local paper again this summer and I love it. In the olden days when getting a newspaper delivered to your door was not considered a freakishly antiquated thing, receiving a daily paper stressed me out. There was too much to read in the morning so I’d often skip the whole thing and chuck it immediately into the recycling. Then, the weekend edition would be so thin - with ever-shrinking international coverage, arts reporting and opinion columnists — that its very thinness irritate me.

Times (and I) have move on. American Idol is no longer cultural force and no one gets excited about maple bacon doughnuts any more… Now I love how thin the paper is, because it takes the pressure off. I sit down with my fried egg and I read about all the machinations at city hall, what the Russians …