Paying for Content

I don't remember how I became aware of Andrew Sullivan, probably via the New Republic, but I have been reading his blog for about a decade. I have jumped with him from his home at Time, to the Atlantic, to his present residence with the Daily Beast. I log on several times a day, and get alerts via Facebook and Twitter.

A week or so ago, He announced that he and his crew were going to take the giant leap of going it alone. After considering adding advertising as a revenue source, Andrew (may I call you Andrew?) Decided to seek the support of his readers. It took us less than a minute to sign up.

It Does Not Follow

Non Compos Mentis

Pearls of Wisdom

Nope. Still no practical use for it.

A Moment of Bliss

Zigging

Food Porn?

Kitchen Rhymes

Table Manners.

Sundry Thoughts

I went to a general store but they wouldn't let me buy anything specific  - Steven Wright

Welcome to today’s blog in which I wax rhapsodic about stores of Christmas Past.

It begins with a spool of thread and where to buy it. There used to be lots of choices. There were local stores dedicated to sundries. Department stores like Sibley’s in Rochester and Hengerer’s in Buffalo all had notions departments. National stores like Woolworth’s, and, to a lesser degree Penney’s were known for sundries. Now we are left monoliths like JoAnn’s and the Evil Empire from Arkansas.