Saturday afternoon, the day after the big birthday. I was eating at a taco joint thinking about Maclean’s magazine and the Monocle tabloid in Europe. I felt strongly for the printed page. Reading the paper is a ceremonial experience, it means something.
The same could be said for life after 30. I…
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