I’m up way too late and just heard tomorrow’s newspaper land in my driveway, and it occurred to me that the ‘newspaper delivery man’ will soon be one of those weird things we tell our grandkids about: ”When I was your age, a man — two men actually, a driver and a thrower — would drive around the neighborhood in the middle of the night and throw a big bundle of printed-out webpages out the window of a pickup onto our lawn.”
“…Grandpa and his crazy stories…”
Strange but true. Hopefully they’ll say “long before Pinyadda” at the beginning of that story…