Saturday, February 2, 2019
You can buy The New York Times here in Jackson, Wyoming at Pearl Street Bagels where I go every morning. It's a warm small place it seems the whole town frequents. There's a line to the door often. Some people are in big ski pants. Some others have cowboy faces and first names that might be Dalton. It's not the only place that sells the paper, and you can read it at the library which is where I read it. My college friends who like Trump (that at first shocked me, not so much when I think back on our Catholic rearing) do not read the Times, won't read the Times. 

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