Rediscovering an old standby
I’ve been getting TIME in the mail every week for a year now. I impulsively subscribed, not having seen it much since my father read it religiously when I was a kid. It used to be in friends’ houses too. And in the doctor’s office where I’d go regularly to get an allergy shot around fifth grade. I’m enjoying it. Sometimes I slip it in my back pocket and take it with me to the new pizza joint on the corner. There’s good light there. You learn more from it than from TV news.
We think we have to be on top of all the breaking news now. I suppose that’s natural. But there’s also a natural rhythm to, and reason for, a weekly magazine like TIME. I recommend it, still.