Post by Clipper on Jun 5, 2023 9:52:02 GMT -5
I just called and cancelled my subscription to our local newspaper. We received a notice in the monthly bill stating that they are only going to publish a printed edition on Monday, Thursday, and Saturday and will no longer have carriers delivering it to your home. If a person wants to continue to get the printed edition it will be delivered by US Mail.
Reading my morning paper has always been a part of my morning routine. I always read the paper while having coffee at the kitchen table. I have no desire to pay to read the news online, nor do I have and desire to receive today's news the tomorrow or the next day.
It is increasingly evident that the printed newspaper will probably soon be a thing of the past and our local paper is rapidly approaching that day. I went to their website and found that their circulation is down to under 9,000 from over 30,000 customers a few short years ago.
The demise of the printed newspaper is going to leave an entire demographic associated with getting the paper out the door and delivered to the customer looking for employment in a different field.
There is a unique excitement in working at a newspaper at press time. A bell rings to notify people that the press is going to start, followed closely by the rumble and roar of the press coming to life. A constant stream of papers stream flows rapidly from the press room to the insert machine that puts the ads into the paper, then onward to the bundling machine where the papers are bundled and tied before the conveyor takes them to the loading dock. Everyone along the line works tirelessly and steadily, without a break until the press shuts down. There is a certain adrenalin rush that is part of the process that is hard to describe. The press roars, people scramble, bundles flow to the dock to be handled as quickly as they come down the conveyor, which doesn't stop until the press shuts down and the last bundle is out the door.
There were many issues that prompted me to leave the job as transportation manager at the OD, but regardless of the negative aspects of the job, there are great memories of being a part of the team that put the OD in peoples hands every morning, and a memories of the adrenalin rush when the press starts and the sigh of relief when the last bundle goes out the door. I moved on to better pay and easier work, but my hat is off to those who live for the roar of the press and the excitement of putting that last bundle down the belt and out the door.
I don't know what the logistics are as related to putting the OD on your breakfast table are anymore, but it was a sad day when they moved the printing away from Catherine Street, and heart breaking when they auctioned the building. Where is the paper printed now, and how is it distributed now that the OD no longer has the back dock at the OD building?
Reading my morning paper has always been a part of my morning routine. I always read the paper while having coffee at the kitchen table. I have no desire to pay to read the news online, nor do I have and desire to receive today's news the tomorrow or the next day.
It is increasingly evident that the printed newspaper will probably soon be a thing of the past and our local paper is rapidly approaching that day. I went to their website and found that their circulation is down to under 9,000 from over 30,000 customers a few short years ago.
The demise of the printed newspaper is going to leave an entire demographic associated with getting the paper out the door and delivered to the customer looking for employment in a different field.
There is a unique excitement in working at a newspaper at press time. A bell rings to notify people that the press is going to start, followed closely by the rumble and roar of the press coming to life. A constant stream of papers stream flows rapidly from the press room to the insert machine that puts the ads into the paper, then onward to the bundling machine where the papers are bundled and tied before the conveyor takes them to the loading dock. Everyone along the line works tirelessly and steadily, without a break until the press shuts down. There is a certain adrenalin rush that is part of the process that is hard to describe. The press roars, people scramble, bundles flow to the dock to be handled as quickly as they come down the conveyor, which doesn't stop until the press shuts down and the last bundle is out the door.
There were many issues that prompted me to leave the job as transportation manager at the OD, but regardless of the negative aspects of the job, there are great memories of being a part of the team that put the OD in peoples hands every morning, and a memories of the adrenalin rush when the press starts and the sigh of relief when the last bundle goes out the door. I moved on to better pay and easier work, but my hat is off to those who live for the roar of the press and the excitement of putting that last bundle down the belt and out the door.
I don't know what the logistics are as related to putting the OD on your breakfast table are anymore, but it was a sad day when they moved the printing away from Catherine Street, and heart breaking when they auctioned the building. Where is the paper printed now, and how is it distributed now that the OD no longer has the back dock at the OD building?