You Invite Things To Happen. You Open

We Were Fools And Now We Were Driving To Our Deaths In A Rental Car. Janet Jackson Was Tinkling From The Speakers, Asking What We Had Done For Her As Of Late

He Was Feeling Buoyant, Flexible. He Wanted To Go Jogging. He Stood. He Couldn't Go Jogging. He Called Room Service And Ordered A Basket Of Breads And Pastries.

His Lies Were So Exquisite I Almost Wept.

I Think Newspapers Shouldn't Try To Compete Directly With The Web, And Should Do What They Can Do Better, Which May Be Long-form Journalism And Using Photos And Art, And Making Connections With Large-form Graphics And Really Enhancing The Tactile Experience Of Paper.

It All Meant Something. Until It Didn't.