For the last few years I have been preaching about the plight of journalism, banging the drum to sound the alarm for anyone who would listen.
I have repeatedly pleaded for all of us to support our local newspapers. I have brought attention to mass layoffs, restructurings and sales in the industry. I have lamented what the vultures have done to community newspapers across the country.
For the most part, like many others who take on this fight, I’ve failed to make much of a dent. And the losses keep coming.
Just this year (so far): CNN cut 100 jobs…
For a few fleeting moments prior to Major League Baseball’s all star break, it all started to come together for my Phightin’ Phils.
The lineup was finally healthy and the bats were making contact. The suspect bullpen found some footing as young Ranger Suarez was finding success after being plugged into the team’s closer role. The Phillies had battled to a 45–45 mark, and due to the chaotic nature that is the National League East, had, even at .500, found themselves within shouting distance of first place.
Never at a loss to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, however…
Do I have your attention?
Once upon a time, when people browsed through a newspaper page by page, headlines were designed to catch the eye. To convey a taste of what the article was about and draw you in and read the full story.
In today’s world of feeds and apps, headlines may be the only blurb a reader takes away. So I didn’t bury the lede. I gave you the whole thing at the top.
Your local news source is not in good shape. It is dying.
What makes me say this?
Conan O’Brien bid farewell to late-night television this week (at least for the moment) and in many ways, it feels like the end of an era.
He debuted late in the world Johnny built — 1993 — as the replacement for David Letterman. The “Late Night” host, long considered Carson’s natural successor for the “Tonight Show” gig, had just been “Leno-ed” and was taking his talents to CBS.
Lorne Michaels contacted O’Brien, who had worked on “Saturday Night Live” as a writer prior to writing for “The Simpsons” with an idea to produce the new Late Night. …
Like many with an interest in sports, I was captivated by a pair of feats that bracketed the week: Phil Mickelson’s PGA Championship victory last weekend and the win by Hélio Castroneves in Sunday’s Indianapolis 500.
Mickelson had last won a major in 2013 and at 50 was starting to turn up on the Champions Tour — the PGA’s senior circuit — often a sign of acceptance by golfers that the PGA Tour is a young man’s game. His 6-under on the Ocean Course at Kiawah Island made him the oldest golfer to win a major. …
A lot of words ran through my head Wednesday as hooligans breached the Capitol: Sedition and insurrection among them. A few I won’t repeat. I’ve become quite fond of “putsch,” it has a certain fitting Germanic flair.
But I’ve held off putting into words my reaction to the events of that day. Far more of a hothead in my youth, I’ve learned over the years to wait and let cooler heads prevail, even when that head might be my own.
Looking back now, with the benefit of time, I realize my primary reactions are anger and sadness.
The sadness, that…
As I get older, a lot of memories start to become “generic.” By that, I mean that I remember attending assemblies in elementary school, but not necessarily specific ones. But one I do remember sparked a life-long love affair with minor league baseball.
We had just watched a Phillies “season in review” film in the “All-Purpose Room” — part cafeteria, part assembly hall with stage, part gym — when the “Sillie Phillie” emerged from behind the screen. He was some sort of red, Phanatic-like creation that served as the mascot for the Reading Phillies. …
I spotted an article the other day where someone lamented the quickest way to shut down a discussion on the pandemic was to refer to “the new normal.”
How true, though I would argue “out of an abundance of caution” is a close second.
Any way you slice it, we are tired. Just how tired likely depends on where you live and how close to home COVID-19 has hit.
Here in West Virginia, we began to reopen the economy in late spring. Many were apprehensive, but it went fairly smoothly. I’m not a big fan of Gov. Jim Justice, but…
My first political memory was a song. You may remember the old Oscar Mayer jingle — it was sung to that.
“My baloney has a first name, it’s J-I-M-M-Y…”
It was the late 70s and one of the kids on the school bus must have heard it somewhere. We all had a laugh about it, but I couldn’t say at that age I was any kind of political animal. I remember the day Reagan was shot, I was more upset that it preempted a Bugs Bunny special. Hey, gimmie a break. I was nine.
That all started to change for…
In the 2016 election, I believe many failed to pick up on something important, and I think that is still the case.
The election wasn’t a just a referendum on eight years of Obama, but rather 16 to 25 years of interventionalist policy. Of “Forever Wars” and globalization. If you only look at it by party, you are missing half of the story.
In 14 days, it is possible that a man running for a so-called “return to normalcy” may be on his way to winning an election. …