I grew up during the last great era of the newspaper, the decade or so after the end of World War II. From then until the 1990s, when the computer began to render the daily paper irrelevant, I was a confirmed newspaper reader.
In my house in those days, we took in three papers. My uncle bought the Bulldog edition of the Philadelphia Inquirer every night around 7; the Bulletin was delivered in the afternoon around 3:30 and my grandfather, who worked nights on the city’s piers, brought home the Daily News. On the weekend, we got both the Sunday Inquirer and Bulletin after it took over the...