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July 9, 2009 at 1:18 pm
funky
I hear your pain. My in-laws refuse to travel to countries that do not have Starbucks. Why? They HAVE to have their New York Times everyday. Or. else.
July 9, 2009 at 3:04 pm
4daughters
They won’t deliver out of the USA? It may help ease the homesickness if you can continue your subscription.
July 9, 2009 at 4:53 pm
micaela
I’m sorry. ::HUGS::
July 15, 2009 at 3:39 pm
uberimma
No, online is not the same. The New Yorker is for summer shabbosim, when the kids are already in bed and it’s not dark yet, for you to read at the kitchen table while eating leftover salad with your fingers.
Um. I mean, that’s what I hear. From other people.