Quite a few years ago, living in a small town, with a population of slightly over 1000 with a rural area of perhaps 500 citizens, a state politician’s staffer bought the local newspaper which was slowly beginning to capsize. With the new owner, it continued to cover stories on the local council’s itinerary, the regular, births, deaths, criminal activities which were rare, and social entries by a few locals that always ended with, “A good time was had by all”. A number of the editorials written by the owner were purportedly written by his pet ‘slug’ – yes, the small snail-like creature - and elsewhere the paper was filled with other comedic content. The newspaper always bolstered the town – it seemed the owner’s duty. After a few years, he eventually sold the paper – perhaps his slug met his final slimy demise.
The Voice of Themselves
The Voice of Themselves
The Voice of Themselves
Quite a few years ago, living in a small town, with a population of slightly over 1000 with a rural area of perhaps 500 citizens, a state politician’s staffer bought the local newspaper which was slowly beginning to capsize. With the new owner, it continued to cover stories on the local council’s itinerary, the regular, births, deaths, criminal activities which were rare, and social entries by a few locals that always ended with, “A good time was had by all”. A number of the editorials written by the owner were purportedly written by his pet ‘slug’ – yes, the small snail-like creature - and elsewhere the paper was filled with other comedic content. The newspaper always bolstered the town – it seemed the owner’s duty. After a few years, he eventually sold the paper – perhaps his slug met his final slimy demise.