That newspapers need an overhaul is pretty clear. What’s less clear is what everybody stories everybody will be sourcing when only a few papers are left standing.

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Once again, Wally the Wonderdog proves to be the Underground’s real media star. At some point, I’m going to give up and simply name the blog after him (“Wally’sWorld.com”).

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Jim Ferguson: Does standing, well, fishing, not just standing, in a steelhead river in the rain until you can’t feel your feet improve your ability to appreciate beauty?

It’s a start, but it barely holds a candle to things that truly fine-tune your appreciation for beauty – like shoveling snow, digging some moron’s car out of a snowy ditch, trying to piece together the mailbox after being obliterated by the snowplow (for the fifth time), wondering when your skin is ever going to feel the sun – that kind of stuff.

I think every theological scholar is with me on this one: fly fishing simply doesn’t involve enough suffering (if any) to achieve any real state of grace. I couldn’t say it if wasn’t true.

Jim Ferguson: Does standing, well, fishing, not just standing, in a steelhead river in the rain until you can’t feel your feet improve your ability to appreciate beauty? That seems to be on the right track, at least.

I’d say that qualifies. So much more to fishing, and fishermen than what meets the eye.

@TOM: Cross Country skiing will certainly make you appreciate beauty more, but I’d have to say it’s great that you have a dog like Wally to cruise around with you too, even it he does try to wreck you sometimes. My lab does the same thing only with the snow blower. She likes to sit in front of it so it keeps me on my toes. Currently she is sitting at a cupboard door in front of me scratching the hell out of it. She knows there are treats on the other side but she’s had more than her fair share, damn puppy eyes.