We had the Miami Herald and the Ft. Lauderdale News my dad brought home every day. Dave Barry in the Herald's Parade Sunday insert magazine. Can't say I miss the ink stains, since eating while reading it was a bad habit. Patrick Lawrence's Journalists and their Shadows is an excellent insider's take on becoming a reporter, up from cub to columnist.
Nice follow up to your Woebegone piece. My grandfather got two papers delivered in his little box by the farm fence. The Washington Post, and Grit. Reading your essay helped me recall there are a couple of rites of passage related to newspapers. One is when you can finally hold it and organize the folds to read it casually without pages getting discombobulated. Another is being able to complete the crossword puzzle. Newspapers also forced you to be skillful at mental cataloguing: "gotta remember to read the rest of this article when I get to D2." I like to think news was 'better' back then, more honest, although I cannot find any logical reasons to think so.
Great article. I've always liked newspapers. For 2.5 years I was a paperboy for the Lincoln Star. This was the morning paper and I was up at 5:30 AM seven days a week to deliver the papers in all kinds of weather.
My best friend, Patrick, moved to Los Angeles. His first job was at the LA Mirror/Times. His job was to streamline the printing shop and bring it into the digital era using computers. Many in the print shop weren't happy about this. LOL! A lot of the printers lost their jobs.
Patrick sent me an antique wooden in-tray from the Mirror-Times. I still have it.
Thank you, Bernard, for rekindling the memories. Mine are of the 'New York World-Telegram and Sun' and the 'New York Herald Tribune' on Sunday afternoons once my Dad had finished with them.
My favorites were the funnies at first, and later the classified ads in the back pages of the Sports Section. Strange and wonderous things for sale. Earl Scheib would paint 'Any Car, Any Color!' for $19.95! There were Lugers and Walthers for the same price, mail order, if one was 18 or older. Jungle hammocks, entrenching tools, canteens, camping cookware and shelter halves. Everything to fulfil the life of a 9 year old scout in the 1950's.
Occasionally I'd read the Times, left on the seats of the Long Island Rail Road cars by someone who got off before I did. I never bought one, though.
I preferred the Rocky Mountain News, purely for navigational advantages, and carried the Denver Post until they refused to stop charging me for more papers than I was delivering.
We had the Miami Herald and the Ft. Lauderdale News my dad brought home every day. Dave Barry in the Herald's Parade Sunday insert magazine. Can't say I miss the ink stains, since eating while reading it was a bad habit. Patrick Lawrence's Journalists and their Shadows is an excellent insider's take on becoming a reporter, up from cub to columnist.
Nice follow up to your Woebegone piece. My grandfather got two papers delivered in his little box by the farm fence. The Washington Post, and Grit. Reading your essay helped me recall there are a couple of rites of passage related to newspapers. One is when you can finally hold it and organize the folds to read it casually without pages getting discombobulated. Another is being able to complete the crossword puzzle. Newspapers also forced you to be skillful at mental cataloguing: "gotta remember to read the rest of this article when I get to D2." I like to think news was 'better' back then, more honest, although I cannot find any logical reasons to think so.
Great article. I've always liked newspapers. For 2.5 years I was a paperboy for the Lincoln Star. This was the morning paper and I was up at 5:30 AM seven days a week to deliver the papers in all kinds of weather.
My best friend, Patrick, moved to Los Angeles. His first job was at the LA Mirror/Times. His job was to streamline the printing shop and bring it into the digital era using computers. Many in the print shop weren't happy about this. LOL! A lot of the printers lost their jobs.
Patrick sent me an antique wooden in-tray from the Mirror-Times. I still have it.
Wiping away a tear.
Thank you, Bernard, for rekindling the memories. Mine are of the 'New York World-Telegram and Sun' and the 'New York Herald Tribune' on Sunday afternoons once my Dad had finished with them.
My favorites were the funnies at first, and later the classified ads in the back pages of the Sports Section. Strange and wonderous things for sale. Earl Scheib would paint 'Any Car, Any Color!' for $19.95! There were Lugers and Walthers for the same price, mail order, if one was 18 or older. Jungle hammocks, entrenching tools, canteens, camping cookware and shelter halves. Everything to fulfil the life of a 9 year old scout in the 1950's.
Occasionally I'd read the Times, left on the seats of the Long Island Rail Road cars by someone who got off before I did. I never bought one, though.
I preferred the Rocky Mountain News, purely for navigational advantages, and carried the Denver Post until they refused to stop charging me for more papers than I was delivering.