In which the NYT calls me “armpit-obsessed”
Early this morning (so early that it wasn’t even bright and early, just early) I walked out to the end of my driveway, coffee in hand, and retrieved my copy of The New York Times.
It’s something I’ve done many times since my wife bought me a subscription for our anniversary, but never have I been this excited. In fact, I haven’t been this excited since Christmas morning… circa 1984.
To find out why, pick up your copy of today’s NYT. Or follow this link to the story.
I hope you enjoy.