Warning: This post contains whining.
We were shorthanded yesterday, so I delivered papers for 15 hours, plus an hour or so this morning to finish up. This afternoon I'm scrambling to make payroll. Then I have to do the monthly billing in time for Monday's mail and get next week's paper going. This week I used up the last of my stockpiled stories, so I start with no stories and no art. To top it off, I have jury duty on Monday morning. So much for my summer ambition to take a day off every week. Anybody want to buy a small business?
Actually, the point, if any -- and I realize I'm probably preaching mostly to the choir here, if even the choir shows up -- is that if you think this venture deserves any support at all, then make a point of picking up a paper every week and urging others to do so. You don't even have to read it -- I will never know one way or the other -- but nothing eases those long delivery days like finding an empty rack at every stop. It costs you nothing and makes what's left of my life worth living. And the trees will be grateful to know that they have not died in vain.
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Oddly enough, I picked up a copy of this week's edition just a couple of minutes ago. And now I find I'm a philanthropist!
I picked up one yesterday and was really happy to see the story on Jeanine Pease. She is one classy lady.
Ed, I know you are kidding, but it's true. Small things make the world better.
And I picked up 2 ag Evergreen - mainly because of the lovely picture of Janine. She I I shared the platform a number of years ago when we both received honorary doctorate from Rocky. And I've known her since her days on the Rocky Boy.
Have to second Chuck's comment. I really enjoyed the story about Ms. Pease. My mom and I each pick up a paper every week.
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