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November 10, 2009
Warms my heart
I'm kind of a newspaper fiend, so much to the point that when I first moved to Chicago, one of the first things I did was set up a newspaper subscription. That was seven years ago, but since then I have woken up in the morning - sometimes in the afternoon, admittedly, to find a new Tribune waiting at my doorstep. Sitting down to breakfast, lunch, or some Starbucks, my newspaper was always there to entertain me. When I go on vacation, I always seek out a newspaper. I'm pretty crabby if I don't get it. That's why the subscription is essential.
Now that's all thrown off. Since I moved, I've had a problem with my newspapers disappearing. I never was too sure what happened to them, but I figured it was because I live on a fairly busy street, the papers get left on my doorstep, and some ne'er-do-well is swiping them.
So, this Sunday, when I ambled downstairs around 10 am, my Tribune was nowhere to be found. I called the Tribune, told them I never got my newspaper, and please send me another one. They sure did, and I very much enjoyed it.
You can imagine my delight when the following notice was stuck to my Monday newspaper. The Tuesday newspaper was there, as well. Will Wednesday's also arrive? Time will tell.
entry no. 1412
Posted at November 10, 2009 10:40 PM
Comments
I had the same issue when I first moved to the city, twenty years ago. Multi-unit apartment building, Tribune subscription, regular theft. And the warning label that began appearing on my paper looked almost identical to yours.
Posted by: Pete at November 11, 2009 09:15 AM