A mug of home-brewed-joe and the Sunday NYTimes on the deck overlooking a pond full of noisy ducks–perfection.

Reading a big city paper in the comfort of my little midwestern town is so cool. The best of both worlds. It is amazing that I can struggle with the clues to the crossword, cruise through the style section and soak up the opinion pages only a few hours later than the residents of New York.

Thanks to whatever machinations it takes to get a newspaper from New York to New London!