H reads the newspaper religiously. Each morning he peruses the front section of the AJC while sipping a cup of coffee and eating breakfast; he finishes the rest of the paper at lunchtime. On Saturdays and Sundays, the New York Times is added into the mix. Unfortunately, this week’s icy roads prevented any newspapers from landing in our driveway – understandably so.
Unlike my father, who would have paced for days because his paper wasn’t there, H has simply eked out small, unread portions of last Sunday’s New York Times so that there’s a little news to be read each day. Of course, ever hopeful, he’s peeked out the window each morning, hoping to see a plastic-covered lump of paper waiting to be retrieved. Today his patience finally paid off in a huge way. Looking out the window, H realized that not one… not two… nor even three papers had been delivered…but four papers were plopped on the driveway beckoning to him, one for each day that had been missed this week.
The coffee pot is full, and he’s got a lot of news and comics to catch up on.
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