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Thursday, 11 June 2009
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It would be difficult to pinpoint the precise moment when it dawned on me that the newspaper industry was truly in need of saving, but if I had to guess, I'd say it was probably right around when I received word that my column was going to be cut from a weekly to a biweekly. "This is an outrage!" I shouted at my editor, even though I got the news via email. "The American newspaper must be saved! Or, failing that, how about my column?"
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"P.E." - For most Americans, these two letters conjure up a wealth of vivid memories: the sound of sneakers squeaking on a gymnasium floor, that unique locker room scent of decades-old dirty sweat soc...
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At this time, with two wars raging in the Middle East, a crippling recession that shows no sign of abating and global warming threatening all life on the planet, it would seem insensitive and self-indulgent to dedicate this week's column to a subject as mundane as my backyard, but here goes anyway.
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When my wife first suggested that we take our five-year-old son, Dashiell, to the beach to participate in a surfing program, I was aghast. "Teach him to surf?" I exclaimed. "Why don't we just buy him ...
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