Some people know the magic ticket to land on the front page. Find a national story that editors call a "talker" (or a "reader," if you're reading it), Jim Donovan of Birdsboro is riding the wave of "Rapture Weekend," plastering his car with end-of-the-world bumper stickers amid the trucknuts and spreading the gospel of Harold Camping's Family Radio, which is preaching that judgment day will arrive Saturday around the time of the Preakness.
The article, which serves no legititimate journaistic purpose other than to mock Donovan's gullibility (or shrewdness in pulling a fast one on the editors -- take your pick), is right next to an article about how party chiefs are pumped for the November mayors race between Vaughn Spencer and Jim McHale. Ha! There isn't going to be any November election because it will only take the deities until October 21 to sort out who's going to Hell or who's getting the 72 virgins or whatever.
Better bet Astrology out of the one hole at the Preakness.