Call me a casualty of economics. Several months ago, my fave newspaper, the Detroit Free Press, announced that it would reduce home delivery of the paper. The new plan was home delivery on Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays. On the other days, customers would have the option of reading the paper online or going to a store or paper box and buying a hard copy (which meant the customer would actually pay twice that day.) I heard and understood that the paper was in financial trouble, so I was willing to adjust to help out.
At first I didn't think it would bother me to read the paper online. I would simply get on my souped up Gazelle and read away while getting skinny.
What happened, however, was that on the days the paper didn't get delivered to my house, I usually forgot to read it online. And when I did remember to go online to read it, it felt awkward.
So when our subscription runs out in the next couple of weeks, we won't renew. And what that means is that I'll have no idea what is going on around me.
I wonder if I will even notice the change.