One Last Esmiringhoy
Many years ago, I’d always start my day with a coffee and a newspaper (usually broadsheets). Every day, without fail, we’d have one in the house. I even wrote once to a broadsheet sports columnist about a certain sport controversy, and he put out my letter, the whole of it, to my shock, on his column, saying that he agreed with my opinion. Lol. Now, for the past few years, I’d only buy a newspaper twice a year, to help prove that an older relative pensioner is still alive and revalidate her account. Nowadays, you really don’t need to buy newspapers if you have social media. And speaking of newspapers/news, three news reports subsequently rolled out of my social media feed yesterday: one is truly tragic, another one is tragicomic, and the last one, lots of people say, is, well, hopeful. The tragic news: A massive cross fell on a priest while he was delivering his sermon, killing him. ...