In my life I have noticed that I live one full of patterns. It was sometime around 28 years ago when I told my friend Mark Budgen that on Sundays I would go to a store (like Budgen, the store is gone) on Broadway almost with Granville to buy my Sunday New York Times. Budgen told me that the Globe and Mail distributed a daily delivered NY Times to the door.
That began the pattern of Rosemary and I having a daily breakfast in bed with the NYTimes. After Rosemary died on December 9, 2020 I continued with this traditional pattern. I have breakfast in bed with the NYTimes and the Vancouver Sun in the company of my two cats, Niño and Niña.
I can assert that having read the NYTimes all these years has been a cheap education in spite of the fact that I now pay about $1700 a year. There is one terrific highlight to all of this. The Sunday edition of the paper arrives promptly around 9PM on Saturday.
In these last years, reading the NYTimes does not take as long as it used to. I avoid reading about the shenanigans (you know where). One of the advantages of my subscription is that I can gift 10 articles per month. If I send the pay-wall free link by email to my friends they are able to re-send them with no problem. Of course we all know that in Canada we cannot put links to newspapers in social media. That does not stop me from putting these two very positive and happy links in my blog.
As I first heard from a waiter at a Keg restaurant around 1977, “Enjoy”.
