Ad bag

Today, I went outside to pick up the newspapers. The NY Times was there already and, while I was outside, the Record-Searchlight delivery lady tossed her paper into my driveway with a sunny, "Good morning!"

I went into the house, opened the plastic bag and started doing what I do every Sunday -- discarding all the ads. But this time there was a problem: I had two sets of ad inserts, but no actual newspaper. Once I'd thrown out all the ads, all I had left were the funnies and Parade magazine.

The sunny delivery lady had delivered a bag full of advertising. And they wonder why people get their news on-line.