Looks Like We're...Leader-Less

 Sad day...No, the local newspaper is not going under, but we've decided to stop our subscription. I have mixed feelings about it. As you can see, the paper's only $1.50 per issue and they print The Leader once a week, but it does cost to have it delivered, and by delivered, I mean by the US Postal Service, not by a boy on a bicycle chucking editions and hoping they hit the front porch.

Times have certainly changed.

We decided to subscribe when we first moved in. We thought it would help us get a feel and flavor for the community. And, in many ways, it has. I've learned much about the local sports teams at Bear River High School--Go Bears!--like for example, they have the best girls lacrosse team in the state, and they are competitive in other sports, too.

The paper has brought us news concerning the multiple tax increases coming our way and the latest in local politics. There's a community input section, a place for obituaries, and a TV guide. I didn't know they printed TV guides anymore, but, well...there you go.

I don't know if it's seasonable, but the past couple of editions of The Leader have been scaled down to four pages...front page, inside front, inside back, and back page. There is no inserted pages...just four.

As I write this, I'm watching a Christmas movie that was filmed twenty years ago. Newspapers play a pivotal role forwarding the story. There's even a scene where a boy on his bike is throwing papers onto lawns. Newspapers were so central in our access to information back then. It's amazing how in only a decade or so, we've completely changed. 

Since we've recently made the decision to stop the paper, we may change our mind depending on if we miss it or not. I'm not saying, it'll never happen, but we may have subscribed to our last paper.

Sad day.

Interesting Place To Put A Skeleton...

My wife and I were walking through our local grocery store last week when I spotted a skeleton near the entrance. It was one of many they had set up for the Halloween season. Whoever set it up, placed the boney figure next to the newspaper stand.

That struck me as funny.

But at the same time, not really.

There was a time when I seriously considered pursuing a career in journalism. My first degree's in Communications and, back in the late 1980s, the printed page was where a majority of people got their news. I even worked as a reporter for a local newspaper twice, once in the mid-1990s, and again a few years later. I was a sports reporter for the Davis County Clipper and I loved it. I covered Woods Cross High School football and basketball, as well as Viewmont High School volleyball, soccer, and baseball. I was paid practically nothing--not that the small paper could pay that much--but I didn't mind. It was fun and, to the parents of the high school players, important.

Boy, have times changed.

One thing I remembered about the Davis County Clipper was its size--it was always so much smaller than the larger Salt Lake Tribune or Deseret News. Now, those two papers--the biggest papers in my state--are smaller today than what the Clipper was back then. I have friends who work, and have worked, as reporters. Some of them still do, most do not.

It's been a brutal time for print journalism.

And I don't know if it's going to get any better.

The skeleton extending its arm to the few remaining copies of the daily news represented to me what has happened to the industry in the past thirty years. I haven't studied the matter; I don't have facts and figures to back up my opinion, and I have no idea what's going to happen. Will papers disappear all together? Will people pay for news content on-line that they've always gotten for free? I'd hate for the skeleton to become prophetic as it cast a shadow of doom over the papers, but I'm not seeing a lot of options.

I suppose time will tell.

Perusing A Newspaper...A Lost Art

When I got home from work today, I found something included in the junk mail--a real, live newspaper. Reports of their complete extinction appear to be exaggerated. 

Up until the last fifteen years, papers were part of life. When we were kids my brother had a paper route--sometimes I'd help him out. My mom subscribed to the paper. How else could you get the coupons, or know what deals were available on Black Friday or after Christmas? In college I read our student newspaper as well as the dailies. I even considered becoming a newspaper reporter, something that happened years later.

The paper Like most people my age, we grew up with newspapers. They were our non-digital internet. It's easy to forget just how important they were for us. We needed a newspaper to tell us not only where and when movies played, but movie reviews told us if the movies were even worth seeing. They had national and international stories. We were informed in ways the TV news couldn't deliver.

And just how important were the classifieds? They were information gold! We found jobs, cars, apartments, houses, furniture, pets--you name it. The classified section alone was worth the cost of the paper. Today, the classifieds totaled only a few printed inches in the paper we received in the mail. Back in the day, the classifieds in this paper were never really big, but they used to be a lot bigger than they are now.

As I aged, the sports section became more and more important to me. I read about our high school teams, then college teams, then pro teams. We trusted the reporters' words when we couldn't be there. They were our eyes, ears, and voices. 

The paper I opened and scanned today was The Davis County Clipper, celebrating 126 years as Davis County's New Source. This particular paper's always been smaller than the two biggest papers in Utah, the Deseret News and the Salt Lake Tribune. It was as big as it needed to be. It served a need for the community. It also brings good memories for me--I covered sports teams for them back in the 1990s and 2000s. It was a blast and I learned a lot doing it.

Everyone, whether they've followed the plights of newspapers or not, knows it's been tough for the medium for the past few decades. We get our news differently now, mostly from the same tool by while I continue my daily blog. It's easy to wax nostalgic for the days when the snap of a crisp newspaper signaled to all within earshot that news was happening, all on the printed page. Many have morned the newspaper's fate. The Davis County Clipper has been going for 126 years. I wonder how long they'll be able to keep the streak going. Time will tell.