I would liked to have lived in the day of the “EXTRA.” And “read all about it” is just what I would have done.

How sweet, the old film montage of spinning front pages and out-sized fonts, and all those scruffy dead-end kid hawkers.

How cool to cop the ink-stained recent, throw a nickel on the counter for a cup of Joe, and peruse the latest symptoms of the human condition through the lazy smoke of a Lucky Strike.