This week marks the last week of my newspaper subscription. I have grown tired of your borrowed out of date news. Yesterday’s news is not news. We had some good times. You made me laugh and you made me cry. No longer will the thump of the paper hit my door and nick it, no longer will I stuff an envelope with money at Christmas, no longer will the carrier idle his car as he pitches and most likely hit the bushes and no longer will I call your office wondering if you ever made it to my home. I will miss combing for that elusive morning paper under the snow. I am saddened but at the same time happy to get rid of you. Perhaps I’ll meet you online my trusty old newspaper that I outgrew. I might miss Bizarro, but he is online already. Peanuts is long gone as are the other classic strips. This one one big empty place now. Gather your stuff and make room for the new kid. See you on the iPad, perhaps not, you are still a step too slow. Now if only I can find a way to make papier mache out of my iPad.