The Sunday Newspaper

On Sunday mornings, after church, my family would divvy up the newspaper. 

My brother swiped the comics. My Dad took the front page. My mother made a beeline for the crossword. I grabbed the sports section.

Over the course of the day we would trade portions back and forth. By late afternoon, the ink-smeared pages found their way back together again, haphazardly piled at one end of the couch after everyone had had their turn.

Metro. Obits. World News. Opinion. Lifestyle. Real Estate. T.V. Listings. Home and Garden. Automotive. Business and Finance. Classifieds. Editorials. Travel and Leisure. Society. Front Page. And of course, sports. I read them all.......

“People don’t actually read newspapers. They step into them every morning like a hot bath.” – Marshall McLuhan