My Cute Old Man

 In my journalism classes we are reminded 

almost daily 

that the newspaper business is dying.

The generation that liked to 

wake up

get their paper from their front door step

and actually tangibly read the newspaper 

is slowly dwindling away.

Now people get their news electronically.

Today I was doing a little cleaning and thinking about my future career 

in this ever changing business of journalism...

when suddenly I was halted by my husbands massive stash of Wall Street Journals.

In "yesterdays" form.

Hard core paper.

That is right people.

My husband is your traditional 90 year old man 

wakes up each morning

opens the door

happily picks up his paper that was thrown on our doorstep by the local paper boy

heads to the kitchen

pours himself a big bowl of Fruity Pebbles

and reads his morning paper.

While my Professors fear that real journalism is going to slip away with tangible newspapers..

I have bigger fish to fry.

How in the world am I going to get my cute old man out of bed with out his morning paper?