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Growing up my Dad (Mr. A to the world when I was growing up) used to tell me all the time that newspaper was excellent at cleaning windows. When I learned how to drive he would let me use his old Dodge truck under the condition I cleaned it. Widows included. He would always say that if I wanted it to be streak free I should use newspaper. Being the teenager I was I thought Dad was crazy. Newspaper. I don't think so. I'm sure it would leave black smudges on everything. I have carried on the past 15+ years with that same attitude. Newspaper. That's the craziest thing I have ever heard. Though Dad still maintains it works. Fast forward to 2012. I have two glass doors (3 if you count my storm door in front). I also have two 1 1/2 year olds and a 5 year old AND two dogs. My doors take a beating. They always look terrible. I used to have a housekeeper who I loved. She kept my doors (and everything else) looking fantastic. Then I let said housekeeper go and took on the task myself. My doors look pitiful. My whole house looks pitiful. I have tried to clean my doors. I have used a variety of glass cleaners and cloths. Paper towels. Microfiber. Cotton. You get the point. My doors were always streaked. Then this morning on a whim I decided that I would try Dad's technique. I went to my recycling bin and grabbed some newspaper and then the glass cleaner from the utility room. I started with the front door. Hmmmm.....newspaper did not fall apart. No black smudges on everything. In fact a clean streakless door was the outcome. Maybe a fluke? I go to the back door. Same results. Wow!! I am thoroughly impressed. I guess Dad did know what he was talking about. Is this something that has been known by the rest of the world and I am just now figuring it out?
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  1. My mom always used newspaper too.

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  2. I've know this since high school..... Had know idea you and Mr. A had this discussion then or I would've backed him up! :)

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