Bowling with the Boeberts
My father wrote 4000+ columns is his newspaper career. He's the reason I do this. I often recall him telling a younger colleague "they can't all be steak, kid", and that's about the greatest tip about writing that I've ever heard.
This morning I woke up to the news that his beloved newspaper The Scranton Times will no longer publish a Monday print edition, the first step of what will almost certainly be its death march. Editors blamed it on “inflation”, as if the worldwide decline of print media kickstarted years ago by the internet belongs in the same category as the price of eggs.
A truly sad day regardless. I’m glad he’s not here to see it.
As its columnist, sometimes he didn't have a single idea to write about, so he'd pull together various thoughts and put them together in what he called "bits and pieces".
So I stole that name for my own column. Mostly because even when I do have a single idea to write about, the lack of a pesky editor allows me to go off on all types of tangents, which, like "looking into the sun", is where the fun is.