I love old newspapers! There is nothing more intoxicating than aging newsprint to an old timey journalist. The feel of paper between the fingers, the tattered edges, the cultural currency reflected within those yellowing pages. The truly sad revelation that someday, my own grandchildren, will know nothing of newsprint as the "news" will likely be beamed directly into a chip in the brain. Til then, you'll find me cherishing the society pages of old, of garden parties and library fundraisers, the complete works of the local Knights of Columbus, and those darling scouts selling cookies (while learning the finer skills of a successful Ponzi scheme.)
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