James Fallows

       It’s Halloween. In reality, I slog into the office wearing a big plastic Reagan mask, but maybe I should put on a sorcerer’s tall hat, with planets and stars, because I know I have perfect powers of foresight. And my vision is:
       10:30 a.m. through midnight. At the office, at work.
       Pause in remembrance of those who have suffered to serve you, when you pass the newsstand next week.