Read the Sunday NYT for 30 minutes before I realized it was last Sunday’s.
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Nearly a week late was often enough the way we used to read the Sunday NYT from out in the boondocks, when delivered via rural route USPS.
It was weirdly comforting to read of "current events" when they were actually well en route to the dustbins of history.
Gotta love #headlines too: we survived a few allegedly cosmic disasters that never did filter on out into local #newspapers.
