Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Ollie the Eagle and the New York Times

Since the last post Ollie has been in the land of the missing.

We want to hope that that is good news.

We want not to hope that that is bad news.

But we just don’t know.

After sitting on the beach with his back turned to us, and to the salmon that we had put out for him to eat, he flew off with surprising vigor.  So maybe what we want to hope is more likely than what we want not to hope. 

But we just don’t know. 

But apparently we can be sure of something else.

The New York Times, having been declared to be dead, or at best, moribund, seems to be doing quite well on the Island. 

At least, that can be said, about the Sunday edition.

Only a few weeks ago the local market decided to sell the Sunday New York Times.  If the paper were dead, or moribund, that decision should have stirred up vast quantities of buyer apathy.

That hasn’t been the case.

We got to the market at 0930 last Sunday and got the last New York Times. 

They had been on sale for an hour and a half. 

Dead seems to be a description that just doesn’t fit the state of the paper.  Or at least on our island, the New York Times is alive and sold out every Sunday.

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