Every Sunday I reserve an hour to entrench myself in
The New York Times, Sunday Edition. I'm a creature of habit: front page first, then the obituaturies (i know but I am convinced that someday knowledge I gleen from her will win me a million dollars), then I glance at the front page of each subsequent section for anything interesting that I want to come back. Then it's off to the meat of the Sunday Times experience:
The Styles Section This I read cover to cover starting on page 1. I read the article, go to it's correpsonding page then anchor back to the first page. Now I think about it, I read the printed piece like I would the webpage. Turning pages instead of clicking. Of course, the best part is the
Weddings & Celebrations section. As a self proclaimed W&C expert (I've been reading since I was in high school), I could blog about this for pages & pages. But I will only comment on one item today. I have noticed that over time, the ages of the newlyweds have grown. Of course, there are a fair amount of kids in their 20s but there are increasingly those into their upper 30s and 50s. For some reason, the 40s seem to allude love. As someone on the other side of 30, this is comforting. It's nice to know that people can still find love at any age. And, that The Times is out there to advertise it.
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