Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Post-Dispatch

I used to sell the Post. I tried selling the Post again after I bought the Royale. I picked up a newsbox. Not unlike the one I used to man when I was a kid. That was one of my favorite jobs.

I thought selling it again was a good idea. This was over the summer I think. I asked to see if Ben wanted to do it. He was down. I tried to figure out how many we should sell. Hey, I am on Kingshighway. We do a lot of business because we are on Kingshighway.

Ben is the same age as I was when I worked selling papers. In fact, he already had experience selling papers in front of Saint Pius. He had since passed the job along to Molly and Tom. I asked him how many papers he sold. He said about five or ten.

I thought I misunderstood.

I asked him again.

I used to sell about 90-110 papers on Sundays at Church and then I sold about 130-170 on Saturday nights on the corner. This was not that long ago. It was only the 80s, not the 50s.

I ordered ten papers to start at the Royale. Then I went down to about five. And then to zero. I had cancelled my regular delivery Sunday paper in anticipation of having a regular supply of the Sunday five star from the stacks I would sell.

I guess I was wrong.

I finally picked the Sunday regular back up. Even though they are sticking post it notes to the front page now and have peel away ads on top of editorial content, they still manage to put out a good story every once in a while.

3 Comments:

Blogger Allison said...

It almost begs the question: Do we read less, or has what is available to read become a lesser product? Shame to say, probably both. Maybe these days kids should start there own newspapers. It might be a more interesting version of what's going down.

11:30 PM  
Blogger timbo said...

Steve,
are you talkin' bout ol' double barrle darell?

1:37 PM  
Blogger Steven Fitzpatrick Smith said...

Yes sir. That it is.

1:52 PM  

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