We have a fine collection of old newspapers.

Well, “we” may be bit too inclusive. Mainly, it is “I”.

And, they aren’t so much “old” as they are unread. Which I will get around to, no matter how long it takes. I will simply store them under end tables, in baskets, under the bed, and in the basement, until I can get around to reading them.

Mrs. That Dan Guy has stumbled on some of these saved newspapers while looking in the pantry, or while choosing one of her festive hats that she enjoys wearing to picnics. She has found some while changing out linens, and even once when she lifted a cushion in the middle of the sectional sofa (nobody sits there anyway).

My problem, as regards these newspapers, is that I can’t bear to part with them until I have at least browsed through them in some fashion. Even if the news (in some isolated cases) may be from November, 2006. If an article is well-written, it will still be enjoyable. And informative. That’s the beauty of a newspaper.

Chow for now!!