I like this photo below, which you probably cannot see, of the paper boy in the lobby of the "Arizona Republic." Although I never had the chance to do this when I was you, my son did. I loved being his helper. We would go to the Gardena, CA newspaper distribution center after school each day, pick up his stack of papers, bring them home, fold them, put them in his delivery bag, sling it over his shoulder, and off he would go. I would look forward to when he would be unable to deliver his papers, and I would have a chance to do it. It took me twice as long, since I walked, rather than pedaled. I met people who lived in trailer parks, hung out in fancy houses, ran small family businesses...great people in the city. What was most exciting was to know that I was bringing news to them, and I was meeting them face-to-face. We would smile, talk, and wave. They would often ask if my son was OK...good people!
I wonder how or whether we could capture such an experience in this digital media age. Is this dwelling too much on the nostalgia of a bygone era? The news requires a human touch. Wasn't this one of the qualities that endeared Uncle Walter Cronkite to the American people? Where will humanity be found beyond the bytes and blips? Does anyone care?
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Interesting question, Larry. Seems like you're saying we're trading physical reality for virtual reality, and what do we lose in the process? I often wonder myself. Then again, what I've learned and shared this past two weeks via blogging and Facebook posts has been so incredible.
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