A sad week in our household. For the first time in over forty years, my wife and I do not have a newspaper to hold in our hands. She was a journalist/editor for 27 years. I was editor of my high school paper, worked on The Daily Collegian at Penn State for a few years, and also reported and did other things for the campus radio station, then WDFM, now WPSU. Later I taught Journalism at two high schools.
The State of Columbia, SC, now only publishes three days a week. And those papers will be mailed to subscribers. Our local mail delivery leaves something to be desired, so the news will be even older when it comes. We will get a Sunday paper, and have online access, but it is not the same. I am not going to spend the time to look at comics one by one.
We get our news from multiple sources, including the New York Times. Since I know German, I look at some sources in that language.
But the convenience, the feel of a newspaper in my hands is something that I will sorely miss.
I feel like T.S. Eliot's Prufrock. "I grow old, I grow old/ I shall wear my trousers rolled."
Poetry/Prose on Amazon:
Novel on Blurb:
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