Me and My Sunday New York Times.

The Sunday Times and I have been joined at the hip for more years than I can remember.  Sunday was not Sunday until that fat, blue-plastic-wrapped newspaper was safely in my hands.

For all these years, I’ve started my Sunday NYT journey with the Styles section.  Oh, the weddings, the parties, the fashions. All of it, of course, so very New York.  And, right at my fingertips.  What a world! So elegant. So grand.  It offered a peek inside another way of life and I gobbled it up. 

But these days, those big weddings and galas feel way, way over the top.  Or, at least, my top. The brides are too young; the gowns too strange and the parties just too-too.

Now my first peek into the Sunday paper is the Business section.  I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to do just that.  The business section has it all!

Fancy parties and beautiful weddings can’t hold a candle to the intrigue of bankruptcy, deceit, fraud and greed.  Of stories of success and failure. Of good intentions gone awry and bad ones justly punished.  

It’s real life with all its ups and downs.  Stories told in real time about real people.  Maybe it’s my age (maturity?) but I find that all that to be very interesting/informative these days. Who knows? Maybe there are some lessons in there. Or maybe just some stories to help us appreciate our own, simpler lives.  I’ll eventually get to the weddings and the galas and the fashions. But, perhaps, with a new, more accepting, take on it all.