SO MANY NEWSPAPERS, SO LONG AGO...

There was the Sun. There was the Mirror. There was The World. There was the Telegram. There was The Daily News. There was The Journal. There was The New York Times. There was The Post. There was The American. There was the Herald. There was The Tribune.

Then the Mirror just died. The World became The World Telegram. The Journal became the Journal American. The Herald became The Herald Tribune. Then the Sun became The World Telegram & Sun. The Journal American died. The World Telegram & Sun died. They say the unions killed them. I say it was TV. Or Walter Winchell, or both...
The Herald Tribune moved to Paris. If you ever read the Herald Tribune you could see why. The French deserve them.
Now there's the NY TIMES, called NYT by some. That's like Kentucky Fried Chicken becoming KFC. The Daily News is still around as is the Post. Newsday is a Long Island paper that is sold in Manhattan candy stores and newstands.

When I return to Boston I will have the Globe. I know the Globe belongs to NYT, so it might soon become just TG, but that's okay. It has comics. NYT, except on the web, doesn't.
Though I truly enjoyed the papers in my youth on that small island on the Atlantic coast, I see little use for them. I felt privileged when a relative would return from the UK with The Times, or The Manchester Guardian in their luggage. Though the papers where days old, I still enjoyed reading them.
It was like visiting another country.

Now The Times website looks and feels pretty much like the BBC world site. (Don't even let me get into shortwave radio.) They all look like CNN. Soon, I believe the entire world is going to look like CNN.
Do any of you remember when CNN started? The newsreaders all had the big hair, I mean the men now, and poorly tailored jackets then common in The South. For that is really what it was, an Atlanta based news program that could now be seen in homes all around the country, that had cable.

Now it's the daily diet of diacritic despots and tea salesmen alike. With satellite, even the windows of the houses lining the narrow streets of Fes bloom satellite dishes from one end of the ancient city to the other. =30= (Coming soon: What's with this Yankee Suck thing in Boston?