when there is nothing
nothing to read, nothing new
headline changes, same news
Since forever my Saturday mornings, for as long as I have had Saturday mornings (there was a too long period in my life where I worked weekends and Saturday mornings were more like any other morning just more so) I start my day with coffee and newspapers.
Back, back, back in the day, that meant going downtown in Grand Rapids, Michigan where I grew up to Elliott’s New Stand, next to the bus station, where the out-of-town newspapers came in by bus and went on sale.
I would grab a New York Times, a Chicago Tribune and then whatever other city sounded exotic at the moment.
The Detroit Free Press was already waiting as we had a paper boy, A PAPER BOY, deliver the Freep to our doorstep every morning.
Maybe that’s why I cannot get excited much about door dash and get grub and uber eats.
What is new about that?
We used to get daily home delivery of a newspaper that had been printed 300 miles away.
Try to do that in your social media era world!
Now my Saturday starts with my tablet and newspapers from around the world and a large Café au lait.
I fill my favorite biggest coffee mug half full of almond milk (lactose … gee whiz) and microwave it for 45 seconds (oh brother I know – but then I recall a story of a Chef who somehow got the ‘hint of mint’ in a salad and shocked the world when he revealed it was crushed altoids – find me a way to create my own minty dust and I’ll use it, the chef said) and then fill the mug with fresh perked Cafe Bustolo coffee.
Presto Chango – Café au lait!
Yes, I said perked as I got a new percolator for Christmas!
Today I clicked on and scrolled through the online front page of three or four newspapers and didn’t click on a single story.
All the headlines in all the newspapers were the same.
And they have been the same for the past week if not weeks.
Nothing new.
Nothing new to read.
Same, same, same, what a shame, shame, shame.
The only story that looked mildly interesting was ‘A wolf killed the EU president’s precious pony” but the headline was too crafted for me to believe it meant what it said and that the article would end up just being one more ad to sell me a time share.
Gaza.
Middle East.
Trump.
Border.
Weather.
Maybe that’s it.
The news has become just like the weather in that everyone talks about these things, Gaza, Middle East, Trump, Border and the weather … but no one does anything about it.
Well, the Lions play for the championship of the National Football Conference of the National Football League tomorrow.
On that topic I could offer 2,197 links to articles explaining how the Lions will win.
Or I could offer 3,197 links to articles explaining why the Lions will lose.
And I could offer 12,197 links to articles explaining how to bet the game and how to manage the odds, the over-under, the plus-minus as well as how to bet if it rains.
I’ll save you the trouble of reading all that.
The Lions will win.
Betcha a quarter!
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