Death of a Sunday Ritual

As we enter the modern age of paperless-ness, there seems to be an increased hue and cry bemoaning the impending loss of the paper newspaper.

I’m one of those people.

What will I line my bird cage with, wrap my fish in, or spread across my floor as I paint my living room? Will newspapers go the way of the cigar boxes I once used to store my childhood treasures?

I’m as guilty as anyone for acquiring my news fresh off the internet, and later, seeing it analyzed in The Rake. But come on, what would Sunday morning be without a huge wad of ink-stained pulp thumping against my front door?

Dale Larsen, Fosston