All through grad school at Purdue, I'd read the NY Times daily. There was a drop box in the physics building, and about forty or so of us subscribed.
In Tucson, I enjoyed the local Sunday paper while going out for brunch (pretty much every Sunday).
But now, in 2012, I only read a print paper every month or two. And that is on an airplane or at somebody's house. I strongly (strongly) suspect my three boys will never buy a newspaper in their lives. Why would they? Their parents don't read them, and they can get more up to date news online.
The biz will be all digital shortly. I'll give it ten years. Max.
P.S. and for historical perspective, I had a paper route in Evanston, Illinois in the seventies. I delivered the Chicago Tribune and the Chicago Daily News. Sundays were rough, I used a shopping cart to trudge the hundred or so huge papers on my route. But summers were fun, and I could fly through on my bicycle, whipping the papers onto porches (or nearby -hee hee). Pushing that cart through slush at 6 or 7 am in the dark, freezing temps of course, gives you an idea of what work ethic is all about.
Dr. Nimbus Couzin