Going, Going……

Almost, but not quite, gone.

It’s a mere shadow of its former self.   The Mister says it’s so thin you could cut butter with it.

It’s our home-town newspaper, of course. I know local papers are in trouble across the nation but it’s really going to bring it home for me when I don’t see that little sleeve of paper on my driveway every morning. Just waiting to be opened.

It’s not that I get my news from the paper.  I don’t.  Like everyone else, I see/hear it on television or on-line. I’m not an avid sports fan so the sports pages don’t do a thing for me. Even our op-ed pages are slowly disappearing.

So what’s to miss?

Well, the cross word puzzles, of course. And, the obituaries, I regret to say. 

But mostly, I’ll miss the actual, physical, paper itself.  The folds and creases, the newsprint, the rustling sounds when you turn the pages.  It’s that whole tactile, sensory, thing that I enjoy.  And will seriously miss.

Scrolling, scanning, and clicking simply don’t cut my mustard first thing in the morning. One will grow accustomed to the change but that doesn’t mean one has to like it.

Photo thanks to paperindex.com