People don't know what they'd miss. I no longer subscribe to daily papers, but when I pick up a copy at the gym, I get a glimpse of a world I'd forgotten about.
The most poignant, heart-stopping moment is when I turn to the obituaries: a little slice of Grover's Corners, where time stops. Where we take a collective breath as we see who has left us, too soon, too late; who mourns, who struggled. Our little/big human stories as they came to the place where we all exit.
The most poignant, heart-stopping moment is when I turn to the obituaries: a little slice of Grover's Corners, where time stops. Where we take a collective breath as we see who has left us, too soon, too late; who mourns, who struggled. Our little/big human stories as they came to the place where we all exit.
There's no web substitute for that.
R.I.P obits.
What would you miss?
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