Itís Sunday morning in Pasadena and my newspaper is sitting on the front lawn, untouched, while I write this story. The sprinklers went off this morning and Iím certain the paper is completely soaked. The delivery person (they donít make Ďpaper boysí anymore) usually wraps the Times in plastic for just this reason. However, my experience has been that the bags leak just enough that my paper will have turned into a wet mass of newsprint dipped in black ink by the time I get to it.
Itís time for me to proclaimed something that Iíve been feeling for years: I hate the Sunday paper!!! And itís not just because of the sprinkler thing.
For years now the Times editors have been tinkering with the format of their newspaper, hoping to attract more readers while simultaneously offering advertisers new formats. The result? The Sunday LA Times has turned into a fracking scavenger hunt!
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