Silly little sadness

It was a small town paper that won't leave much of a ripple going down, but it was ours.

I haven't lived in that town for 53 years, but some of my early poetry was published in it, as was my engagement and marriage and those of my siblings.

My late older brother was a reporter and photographer for the Herald, and once, in his dry droll manner, borrowed my horse, donned a Stetson, and rode the four miles into town to deliver his news a la Pony Express. He tied the reins to a parking meter.

It saddens me.

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Heartlander · 80-89, M

Not silly ...

My local small town kept me connected to my hometown for 70 years.

My neighbor (I was ring bearer at her wedding) worked at the local newspaper's circulation and that hometown newspaper followed me to the far corners of the earth for years. It was like I never left. At some point it sold to the New York Times and became less of a home town newspaper, and even less of a hometown newspaper when the NYT merged it with the hometown newspaper of a neighboring city. At some point the NYT was losing enough money on its own and decided to sell my old home own newspaper to Gannett, but not before expanding the old hometown newspaper to a 4 county/parish newspaper.