Back when we used to work in Manhattan, the greatest joy on the subway was not the homeless people slumped over in the seats, taking in the smells of stockbrokers' armpits on our way home, nor the NPR podcasts playing in our pocket; it was the New York tabloids. The Post and Newsday, specifically. We miss them dearly. We don't miss the midtown heat in the dead of summer, but we do miss those tabloids. And on a day like today, what else can you do but thank the media heavens for photographers and strippers?
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