The newspaper paper hadn’t arrived by 7 a.m. But, at 10 a.m., behold:

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Thank you, dear NYT delivery person. As a former Seattle Times delivery child, I recall that snow days are the worst: Everybody’s home and wants their paper first damn thing. But by the time I actually got the paper, I’d already read the NYT online. The reliability of Internet news delivery in inclement weather is yet another example of the print newspaper’s terminal condition.

10 replies on “A Late-Morning Miracle”

  1. When I rely on the nets I reliably miss a bunch of stuff that isn’t in my online target zone. Finishing the paper I’m at least a little humbled by how interesting and compelling a lot of things are that I’d probably never click on.

  3. If only papers were still delivered by someone in their neighborhood. Nowadays you have to have a car to even apply for a route because they make the delivery area so large. I used to be able to walk my entire route, then they combined 3 routes in my area and I couldn’t walk it anymore and make my 7am deadline. My dad had to drive me. Oh, back to the simple days of yore when we’d send our elementary aged children in the dark of the morn to bring us our news.

  7. Thanks to the awesome Van Chau, our Seattle Times was waiting for us this morning, in a dry spot at the top of our stairs! We haven’t missed a single paper. He is magic, and is totally getting a sweet tip.

  10. “But by the time I actually got the paper, I’d already read the NYT online.” I’m sure the poor bastard who slogged your printed copy is happy to hear that.

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