
Newspapers in a digital age
Sunday was special growing up. For my parents, it meant that the newspaper was on our porch waiting to be read, and for me, it meant the funnies were in color. I would read through them, never quite understanding the humor, but I would pretend like I did. We eventually stopped buying the paper, and it no longer was delivered to our front porch. I stopped reading the funnies, and I grew uninterested in the news since no one around me talked about it.