For most of my adult life my mornings were spent rushing around in the dark attempting to hit the roadways before the traffic built up so badly that I would be late for work. I never had the luxury of sitting at my kitchen table eating a nice warm breakfast while reading my newspaper as is depicted in so many images of American life. I regularly subscribed to the Houston Post and eventually the Houston Chronicle but rarely had time to even move either of them from the driveway much less peruse their pages. I ate my morning meal inside my car and got my news from the radio.
My evenings weren’t much better. There were always dinners to be cooked, chores to be done, children to love, papers to be graded, events to attend, time to spend with Mike. I only paused long enough to to read the headlines and toss the pulpy newsprint into the trash after Mike had managed to squeeze in a glance through his favorite sections. Once the big news began to appear instantly on my computer and my phone it seemed to make little sense to keep paying for the local paper to arrive on my driveway each morning only so that I might flatten it with my tires as I frantically left home. I cancelled our membership as faithful supporters of Houston journalism and began to rely solely on the Internet. Continue reading “A Beautiful Mind”
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