My neighbor still receives that daily print edition of the San Francisco Chronicle. When I go out in the morning, there it is in the drought-parched yard.
She lives behind the gate.
I used to throw the paper over the bushes. But it has lately become so slight that it gets stuck in the bushes.
It does, however, slide easily under the gate.
"Fish wrap" is what the late, lamented San Francisco newspaper columnist Herb Caen affectionately called the paper that employed him.
1 comment:
only you can make dead leaves and a dying newspaper so attractive!
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