Almost every morning between 6:00 and 6:30 for the past 17 years, a “thump” could be heard on my front porch.  Last week at 7:30 still barefoot and in my pajamas, I ventured out and went looking for the thing that goes thump.  I looked behind the chair, under the table, and even in the bushes but to no avail.  My daily copy of the McDonough County Voice was nowhere to be seen.

I have to admit I was a bit at a loss as to how to proceed with my morning, since I usually have a second cup of coffee while I skim through the paper.  I thought maybe our reliable newspaper man might be sick, but I figured that I would be able to catch up on the local news when I got home.

Read more on TSPR here: Commentary: The Demise of Local News