Pope Urban: Patron of Nonsmokers?

Once upon a time, I took home delivery of the Detroit Free Press—allowing its ink to smear my fingers, spread to my cheek, leave smudges on the kitchen table.  To my irritation, my children left it around, comic pages spread wide on the living room floor.  My husband read the Sports Page instead of engaging in witty repartee.I’m digital now; but I have a vague memory from those olden days of a newspaper column I really enjoyed—something like “Things I Learned En Route to Learning Other Things.” … [Read more...]