I love to read the news. From east to west, from left to right. I love to read the news. I like to draw my own conclusions.
My personal favourite is the local Register. It is here I learn where the next Strawberry Social will be held, whose family visited from Upper Canada, why they are putting down a special surface on the walking track at the Appledome, who has left us, who has joined us, who spotted a bird out of season
Until high speed internet came my way, I took myself to town each saturday morning to pick up a copy of The Toronto Globe and Mail, Canada's National English Newspaper. Not only was it the best day for Births and Deaths, I was able to gain a broader Canadian perspective (maybe) of the greater issues of the country and the world in the weekend edition. The paper is referred to as the Globe.
Being the somewhat helpful sort, I offered to pick up things my neighbours needed in town when I went to get the Globe. It was weeks and weeks after I started doing these small errands, an elderly woman in the village asked me what on earth I was doing getting a globe in town every week. I think she thought she had a budding Pee Wee Herman on her hands.
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