It started around 1968. And for many years thereafter, my Sunday rites consisted of purchasing the paper(s), getting comfy, lots of coffee, Ella on the component sound system, and reading the NY Times and whatever paper had the best funnies. In my New York days, that was the Daily News.
This reminds me, another story in the news detailed a study of how global warming will affect coca production. An average 2 degree change will end the crop in West Africa, which supplies half of the world's coca beans. Chocolate would became a mouth tingle of the wealthy. I was getting extremely concerned until I read that the soonest this would be a real problem is 2050. Whew! That was close.
Just now I'm having one of those warm glowing moments when nostalgia suddenly beats one over the head. Charles Kuralt! God I loved those "On the Road" segments. They were often stories. Stories about us. The Oregon Trail, or maybe it'd be snow geese. He'd let the camera focus on the geese, we'd hear only the sounds of nature. His stories of people who succeeded, or failed miserably, were told without agenda. Small town festivals. Making sugar cane into molasses. He celebrated America. Its people, its deeds. Its a kind of view we don't get anymore.
That reminds me, tonight on 60 minutes, Andy Rooney takes exit from a long career. And, on PBS the new (3 part?) documentary by Ken Burns begins. Its focus : the Depression. Hopefully he's gotten tired of using that civil war soundtrack and uses song of the period. We'll see.