Depending on your age, the word EXTRA will bring different images and thoughts into your head. I see a kid on a street corner, selling newspapers hollering:
EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all about it!
Things sure have changed since then.
When I pulled Susan’s improg word out of the envelope today and saw the word---EXTRA---I imagined a dapper young 14 year old kid (probably from the 1930’s) dressed in wool trousers held up by suspenders, a worn but clean white button down shirt, a Greek fisherman’s cap and a worn trenchoat, standing on a busy corner of San Francisco (you can choose whichever city you want), holding up the daily issue of the world’s news.
Newspapers were big time back then. Newspapers were big time even 10 years ago.
And now? It’s all about the world-wide-web, baby. Probably the people who decided on calling it the world wide web (www) thought briefly about naming it XXX. I am sure that came to a screeching halt in the boardroom where that decision was being made.
I admit that we subscribe to our local newspaper, but I don’t read it. My hubby reads it and if there is anything earth shattering (like a great Bizarro or Dilbert cartoon) he will share it with me. I might look at the classifieds on a Friday or Saturday to see if there are any great Estate Sales I have to go buy clutter from.
And, as posted earlier, I get most of my news from the supermarket line news rags, and on-line. I did find some earth-shattering news I thought you should know about.
EXTRA! EXTRA! Read All About It!
That’s right. There are no smoke-free zones in hell. I don’t know that I have thought much about it, but I don’t imagine they ask you if you want a table in the smoking or non-smoking section.
So, for all you ex-smokers and healthy people, watch your p’s and q’s, and quit being an asshole (you know who you are). You might not be able to get away from that second hand smoke.