Long ago, when I delivered papers to make some spending cash, I imagined people picking up their paper from their front stoop (or the bushes, depending on how lazy I was) and curling up on the couch to read the days news. As I kid, they were always old people. Last night, the wife and I ordered to receive the local paper at home. Our intention was to get the Sunday paper, but that quickly evolved into the Thursday through Sunday version. Now, we will be reading the paper from the couch on Sunday mornings. Funny, I don't feel that old.