It’s been a rough week on many fronts and it’s all I’m hearing from everyone.
And now Becky is only-mostly-dead. The highly trained printer-tech guy has been here for two days trying to revive her to no avail. We are at Thursday night, ready to print and nothing. We are formulating plan B, but not really sure what that’s going to look like. Know that I’ve called all my resources and we will be printing the mail copies somewhere at 8 a.m. sharp.
Normally, though we deliver our first batch of store copies at 6 a.m., so that’s definitely not going to happen. My friends at Qwik Stop and Harmon Junction will be trying to soothe our trusty customers who show up early for their paper and we have no way of letting them know until they get there.
I hate this feeling.
There are a lot of feelings right now. Sadness for our friends and families who’ve lost so much. Sadness for the pieces of the community we’ve lost. Fear of the future in some ways – how do we go on. Hurt, just raw pain. And worry about the immediate problem of meeting our obligations to our readers.
Heavy. Life feels heavy right now.
Perhaps it’s lucky that we’re going into the beautiful, grateful season of life, and that should be some solace. We all will have to rely on the tradition and the muscle memory so to speak, of familiar joy to pull us through this year.
And each other. Always each other. Always realizing we love more than we hurt. We’re there for each other more than realize and especially now. We offer tribute and honor where we can, support when we have the chance, no questions asked.
For the first time I’m not sure, determined, but still not sure, that the paper will be on the street tomorrow…but we will do our darndest to be…
…keeping you Posted.
Rach
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