Leaning Towards Irrelevancy
Saturday, February 11, 2017
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| Essay by Richard Thompson Ford |
For some 18 years now, my Rosemary and I have enjoyed a
daily breakfast in bed. We have a nice wicker tray we purchased at Eaton’s. Our
breakfast fare is different but now 18 years later we have a couple of little
dishes with our countless pills that reflect that we are old.
But the pleasure of reading our newspapers is the high point
of the day. We have subscriptions to the NY Times and the Vancouver Sun. The
protocol is that she starts with the NY Times while I immediately go to Rex
Morgan in my Vancouver Sun.
Saturday is the day with the thinnest NY Times and the
thickest Vancouver Sun. The NY Times compensates with the fact that we get the
heavy Sunday edition on Saturday night. The usual conundrum, “Do we start it on
Saturday night (in bed) or leave it to Sunday?”
Today it became patently obvious that our Vancouver Sun
is steadily moving in the direction of irrelevancy. At 9AM there was no paper
on the doorstep. Rosemary and I shared the thin NY Times. She started the first
section with the scrumptious editorials, and me with the business and arts
sections.
By the time I got to the editorial I found this fabulously
illustrated essay on the Trump tie. Strangely the on-line version does not
reproduce it and opts for a photograph of Trump with his trademark long red
tie. The essay itself is a sartorial delight.
As my life fades into the irrelevancy of old age, I wonder
who is going to go first? Will it be me
or my Vancouver Sun?
