Daniel Gale approached a house on his Upper Arlington postal route and exchanged looks with the dog who was dutifully guarding the glass front door. 456 more words
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Every morning I walk past the Columbus Dispatch building on Third, and every night I see it again as I walk home from work. I like the news crawl, which gives me a taste of the latest developments in the world, but I especially like the neon sign that sits atop the building. 57 more words
Since at least 1700, April 1 has been the day to pull a prank and dupe the gullible. It’s a day to keep your skepticism level set at maximum, to make sure that strange memo you got at work isn’t a jest, and to double-check that what you’re stirring into your morning coffee is sugar and not salt. 453 more words
While it’s pretty widely known that printed newspapers have endured a long period of decline, I’m wondering: who is still receiving the printed paper?
Who actually reads those “dinosaurs” of days gone by? 569 more words