Yesterday, at loose ends, I escaped my house, not quite sure where I was going, and headed south. I stopped Grocery Outlet, a cheesy store I don't like but which has very good prices. I bought seven boxes of Cheerios and seven jars of peanut butter and dropped them off at the Berkeley Food Pantry.
Then I headed out Highway 13 to Montclair Village in the Oakland hills and bought a Starbuck's hot chocolate and the New York Times. I read the Times closely. I found all kinds of news I don't see in the SF Chronicle and resolved to order a daily subscription, after years of resisting.
I mentioned this today in e-mail to Chris Yee, a pal from high school. He replied:
"Funny that you should mention the NYT. I've subscribed for years, along with the Chronicle and the Daily Review. About 3 months ago, somebody began stealing our papers, sometimes one, sometimes two, sometimes all three. I began to get truly crazy and got up sometimes at 5AM to get the papers because if they weren't gotten before 6 AM they would be gone. (Robin [his wife], of course, pointed out that this showed I had no real problems, if I was spending energy on something like this.) Finally we got the deliverers to throw the newspapers directly on the porch and for the last month or so, no problem."
I just got this e-mail, and I was inexplicably cheered. I, too, would get up to try to catch the thief (or better, have Jerry do it). I , too, am going to order the daily NY Times. Newspaper-reading is going to take up more of my day, but I seem to have the time.
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