I recently reluctantly (so much out there for free) subscribed to the New Yorker, as a way of disconnecting myself. The first story I opened up to was the Chile

I recently reluctantly (so much out there for free) subscribed to the New Yorker, as a way of disconnecting myself. The first story I opened up to was the Chilean miners, I was in love. I wish we were more willing to pay, but it just seems like the internet has created this expectation of free and plentiful, hope it doesn't go down that road.