2 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I got my daily large black coffee from the man in the convenience store next to the Smith/9th Street stop.  He put his Arabic paper in front of me, and proclaimed, Read The News!  I obeyed: there was a large black and white picture of Winston Churchhill at the bottom of the fold.

Why Is Winston Churchhill In The Paper? I asked. Isn't He Dead?  He Is Great Man, was the reply.