This “long-form” navel-gazer about downsized journalists is kind of depressing, in an enlightening sort of way.
So why bother linking? Because it touches on an array of (familiar to some of us) woes and angers and shocks of career newspaper people at odds with a world in which career newspaper people are all but extinct.
It isn’t necessarily climb-onto-the-window-ledge stuff — although it is hardly happy talk. What it is is a paean to a lost era and to its ramifications for remaining newsrooms, as well as for the proverbial halls of power — municipal or otherwise — flush with fresh acres to dally and deal now that prying eyes are fewer and farther between.
I pass it along with pride for having participated for so long, disquieted now by decayed, lusterless landscapes where journalistic indifference and ineptitude reign.