"You've got your newspaper back," said a friend last night, as I was showing him some photos and writing on my blog.
Immediate thoughts about The Waurika News-Democrat, and the smell of printer's ink and newsprint. Hmm. Printer's ink without the ink?
Fascinating. More soon. Now it's time to go to "church." The church of Panera Bread down the street where friends have communion, read the Bible (NY Times on- and off-line), sermonize and fellowship. (It's open communion, but the bread isn't unleavened.)