My first job ever was delivering newspapers (maybe distributing information is a theme in my life?). So I felt a lot of empathy for the delivery guy I noticed out my window this morning. The Sunday New York Times is famous, even among people I know in Europe, for it’s bulk. Its ___ sections and ____ pages cost _____. Spending hours reading it while sipping coffee and eating bagels in a favorite pastime. Anyway, this guy had to double park midway down the block, load up a handtruck full of papers, and roll from building to building carrying a few papers into each building. Not quite the same joy I had riding my bike around the neighborhood tossing papers onto driveways, but his deliveries probably make people quite happy.