The Saga of the Christian Science Monitor

My mom sent me an e-mail over the weekend to assure me that she had managed to secure a copy of my latest clip. She titled her email "The Saga of the Christian Science Monitor."

The Saga of the Christian Science Monitor

Once upon the time there was a devoted mommy who loved her sons and wished to emotionally support them in their dreams. Her elder adoring [biological] son (versus her younger [biological] son who worships her [that was for you, Trevvy!]) called one day from far, far away and asked if she would find that day's issue of the Christian Science Monitor, a well-respected newspaper, because, glory of glories, he had an article published in it.

First she called the local international news dealer to no avail, then the local bookstore. Undaunted, she ventured further away from home. Would the Barnes & Noble bookstore in Berkeley have it? Surely the Borders in SF. What about the international news stand in SF?

Finally she asked, "Who might carry this glorious newspaper?" And the kind clerk replied, "How about the Christian Science Reading Room". Hark!

Off she went, feeling that time was of the essence and wishing to purchase several copies to note this special day, bequeath on the lucky and wallpaper the living room for all to see. Wait, what about a billboard!

Would the Walnut Creek CSRR carry the newspaper? No, it was closed while being relocated. In despair, she opened the phone book, found a reading room located about six blocks from her humble abode. The nice lady at the reading room not only sold her three copies but when she heard that the devoted mommy wished to wallpaper her living room with the article that her SON had written, well, she contributed her personal copy to this noble enterprise.

Great article.

Thanks, mom!