I’ve confessed before, but I’ll confess again. I love newspapers. This apparently makes me desperately old-fashioned. But while I also check newspaper articles online, nothing compares to sitting down in the morning with the real thing and going through it page by page. I miss the little things on the internet. The local tidbits. The letters to the editor, sometimes hysterical, sometimes maddening, sometimes moving. The classifieds? Little gold mines of ideas for novelists, as are the pithy human interest stories.