My access to news narrowed dramatically when I was 10 years old.
My mother’s boss passed away, so I no longer got to peruse his morning paper.
And, despite my protestations about prying the funnies from my cold, inkstained fingers, family budget cuts meant my father could no longer splurge on the evening paper.
I still had the local gossip grapevine, radio newscasts and TV anchor David Brinkley. But …
