It’s an adjustment in routine, not a tragedy
It’s a shame that our society has become so self-centered and narrow-minded. It seems anytime someone doesn’t get their way they need to complain, whether it means taking to the streets because they don’t like the results of an election or complaining because the local newspaper changes its delivery system. As soon as our little world is infringed upon, the “woe is me” kicks in.
With the new system, the paper is available no more than 10 hours later than before. For a commuter on a tight morning schedule, even a one-hour delay can effectively mean a whopping 12-hour delay in availability as compared to the old schedule. For some, waiting 12 hours for news events that happened four days ago must be devastating. I always enjoyed reading my local paper on Wednesday and Friday mornings, so I hope my therapists can find a way to get me through the transition to the new delivery schedule.
I know nothing about publishing a newspaper, but I am sure the management looked at various options and decided mail delivery was the best alternative. I suspect economics was at least part of the decision to make the change, but it could also be difficult to find people willing to get up in the middle of the night to make home deliveries. After all, that is physically hard work done in all weather conditions, and the hours really stink.
I can think of several other alternatives they could have taken. If economics was the issue, one issue a week would have probably worked, or raising the cost of subscriptions and advertising maybe could do the trick. Disrupting the schedules of their entire workforce by changing the days of publication would allow commuters to read the paper on the way to work twice a week, albeit a day later than before. On the bright side, though, that wouldn’t disrupt their Saturday routine. Changing the time when folks read the paper is far more important than the loss of income the carriers suffered, which wasn’t even mentioned in a recently published letter, but that doesn’t seem to be a concern of the complainers. Poor, poor pitiful me.
Life is full of tragedies and into each life a little rain must fall. Since the publishers rained on the reader’s parade, I’ll lose my two weekly tranquil hours and have to suck it up and buy an umbrella, or be prepared to get wet. I suspect the commuters will need to do the same. David A. Ryan, Hollywood