Every week, like clock-work, a local paper or two ends up on everyone’s doorstep. Up until about six years ago we blindly accepted it. A day or two after it arrived, read or not, it ended up in the recycling bin. Sometimes I liked to look at the flyers and it always made me think I needed a bread maker or a Panini press. One day I had enough and called our two local papers up and let them know we no longer wanted the paper delivered. A few weeks later I called up again and canceled the deliveries in three of my work locations. It’s been glorious. No loose flyers all over the place anymore. No urges to buy products I never knew I needed. No need to recycle something that no longer exists. If I want to read the papers I read them online. A few months ago we started getting one of the papers again. It took a few weeks and two phone calls to get them to stop delivery again. I am so happy that it is not showing up on our doorstep anymore. Two local papers every week multiplied by four addresses (3 businesses plus our home) over the last six years equals 2,496 newspapers that have been not delivered. The numbers speak for themselves.