The Journal Has Landed
On my front step. Thanks to a generous birthday gift from one JB Doubtless, my wife and I are once again enjoying the pleasures of receiving a daily newspaper at our home. And without the usual side effects (shortness of breathe, nausea, vomiting, etc.) that accompany the opening of the pages of the Minneapolis Star Tribune. Yes, the Wall Street Journal is now indeed the paper of record in our household. Beats the hell out of the tube socks JB got me last year.