Thirty years ago this fall, the first daily newspaper I worked for went under. It was a PM and they were dying everywhere then, apparently unable to compete with television news. Or so it was said at the time, though this was in the days before cable and the rise of local teevee news.
You might say the old Huntington (WVA) Advertiser (which hit the streets in 1874) was a trend setter, in the vanguard of today’s newspaper debacle, in which AMs are collapsing like the PMs of old. Blamed, now, on the Internet. Maybe.
Anyhow, the folks who were in at the end of the old paper are having a reunion in October in the city (famous for its Swinefest–Think Pig) that has grown with a stylish new bridge among other things. My at-home dad schedule will prevent me from attending, but I’ll link their good reunion web site here for anyone interested. And wish them well. The how-it-all-began. More or less.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Dunno, with all due respect cannot say I miss newspapers. Maariv once a week, the weekend edition, is the extent of it for me, and then I get bored stiff and go back to the screen.
Slow, too slow…
I’m afraid you’re right. I used to think the managers needed to be less stodgy and more innovative. But “slow, too slow” is unresolvable except by shifting to the screen. Which, so far at any rate, pays a lot less than the paper version.