Love for the Sunday Newspaper
The Sunday Newspaper is one of my favorite childhood memories.
Watching my parents dive into the Sunday Paper like they were diving into a brand new pile of toys. The Sunday papers. Didn’t matter which one. New York Times, Daily News, any Sunday paper. My parents would dive in, one taking the news section, the other looking into the arts and leisure section. Me and my sister joined in the festivities, right behind them actually. It was a given – Mom and Dad got to read the paper first.
Lest anyone think festivities are an oversell, let me tell you something. Sunday papers had all kinds of sections and inserts. A science section, sports section, book section, magazine section, theater section, real estate, business, the arts. And, if you were really lucky, your Sunday paper came with a cartoon section! Festivities be the word.
Here’s my point. Get yourself something for your birthday. I did. If you think I’ve changed topics without warning. Not so. How’s that?
Let me explain.
It seems to me many of us find ourselves so pulled into the daily swirl and struggle of things – doesn’t matter a whit what your social or political personality is – we tend to lose sight of the fact that we have a right to, well, enjoy life! We’ve gotten better at squabbling than solving and enjoying life too helps a heap with the solving.
What did I get myself for my birthday? Answer: Next Sunday I will be getting the hard-copy Sunday New York Times delivered to me at home – with all its glorious sections. I am having the Sunday paper home delivered. And I’ll dive into it like I was diving into a pile of toys. I’ll feel my family close in the moment too. They are never far away.
Oh, this Sunday is my birthday. Like I said, get yourself a birthday present, or just because.