Long before I was out of bed, Helaine was downstairs getting the newspapers off the front steps. The ‘old school’ Foxes get the New Haven Register and the New York Times.
Along with today’s hernia inducing Times, was a smudgy, photocopied note.
Harold, who owns the place,had his name at the bottom. I’ve been speaking to Harold on the phone for over 15 years. He has one of those deep, rough voices that implies a life fully lived.
Our Times delivery wasn’t always trustworthy. Sometimes the paper wouldn’t come, then show up the next day. Who wants a day old paper¹?
If we called, there would be a refund, but we didn’t always call.
I suspect we could have beaten Harold’s price. Now I’ll be forced to see if that’s really the case.
There is the temptation to drop home delivery entirely. After all, the Times is online 100%. Still, there’s a difference between online and offline. I always discover something in the printed paper I didn’t see on my screen. The photos are better too (though you’d think online would have better and more photos).
Newspapers are in terrible financial peril (what business isn’t). Episodes like this don’t help.
¹ – My dad tells the story of taking a cruise through the Caribbean. When the ship got to St. Thomas, he stopped at a newsstand, looking for the Times.
“You want yesterday’s or today’s?” asked the man behind the counter.
“Today’s,” my dad replied, a little confused.
“Then come back tomorrow.”