Mary German
There used to be something called a newspaper. Not just a
brand name on a web site, but actual paper with ink on it. Ink that would stain
your fingers and newspapers had weight and they landed on your front porch with
a “Thump!” And I’ll bet your kids have never touched one. You never read them
the funny papers sitting on the couch. You probably don’t have the time to
“waste” reading silly colored panels to your children who were holding their
IPhones in their hands, waiting for you to shut up so they could to get the
important news…their Junior High friends and pictures of their friends and
little damned else in a day that will probably change their lives because some
law was passed, or some great man was shot, but they didn’t care and they
didn’t notice.
Thousands of us in the newspaper business reported and
researched and laid it out and printed it and delivered it and today, all you
need is one man on a one computer. And the computer does all the work, corrects
the spelling, lays out the type and the pictures and then delivers it all with
one push of a button. And the irony is that’s the only way it might ever reach
those children with their noses locked on their electronic device.
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