Charlie Wilson’s Victory

I can't tell you how nice it is to read a real pulp newspaper again, particularly those three pages, A21, 22, and 23, the opinion pages of The Wall Street Journal, on which I have squandered so many of the happy hours of my youth.

Yes, I've subscribed again. After working out a deal to actually have it delivered to my door on the date of publication — previously I could only get it through the mail, two days to a week late — 52 weeks for $140 was money well spent. The particular leader in the photo above can be found online, but the experience of reading it off the screen in my office is entirely different, and infinitely less satisfying, that that of devouring it with coffee and eggs, in the dining room, surrounded by my family.

Welcome back, old dead tree news. I've missed you.