The Surprise On Page 3

So I sat down in the airport with the Chicago Tribune, the real paper in my hands for something like the fifth time ever. Open it, and on the first inside page, page 3, where the national section starts, is this story, 35 minutes to live, feel love.



It ran with a delivery room photo, next to a wire story about the attorney gereral's e-mails being subpoenaed.



I read it, the airport hustle to gates and bagage claim over my shoulder. Sorta felt like the wind got knocked out of me at the end.



Now, is it a great, ground-breaking piece of journalism? Dunno. A triumph of access, for sure, being in the room while a family wathces their newborn die.



What I guess stunned me was the…