Nostalgia sucks. It means you are growing old. It means your idols are passing away. That's what hit me when I read about passing away of Art Buchwald. I started reading The Hindu in 1988, the year we moved to Chennai. Initially I used to read Art Buchwald's column as yet another piece of News. It took me sometime to understand that he was writing satire.
The Hindu in 1990s had great reading material. My favorites were Art Buchwald Columns, R Mohan's cricket stories, This Day That Age (basically clippings from the Newspaper 50 years before, in early 90s they were covering The Second World War), Slice of Life (V Gangadhar still pens this, but somehow lacks the spontaneity of early days). The main meal was filling, and the mint was yet to make its appearance.