I’m beginning to feel like Sally Field.
Remember the 1985 Academy Awards, when she was stunned by the idea of being accepted? “And I can’t deny the fact that you like me!” she gushed. “Right now! You like me!”
I could give the same speech today.
I am, you see, employed in an industry that is dealing with, well … let’s be diplomatic and call them “challenges.”
The truth is, though, that the newspaper business is “challenged” in the same sense the Titanic was “leaky.”
Wherever I travel, I make a point of picking up the local paper. Almost always, it is like holding a cancer patient, some stricken friend you haven’t seen in a while. You are shocked by how thin and flimsy it has become, how little substance remains.