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Well, it finally happened. One of my neighbors witnessed my pantsless dash to pick up the Sunday NYT from my front sidewalk. Sorry, Martín.
— ann friedman (@annfriedman) August 25, 2013
Ann. So what happened here? Like any other red-blooded literate American, I like to read The New York Times on Sunday. I prefer to do so while still in bed in my underwear. But first I must retrieve the paper from my front sidewalk. Understand that I live in [...]