Familiar and new.
Some retirement business led me to downtown Syracuse last week. I had to haul out the iPhone to capture the still-notable Soldiers and Sailors Monument in Clinton Square against that cotton-candy sky.
At right I noted the former big daily building with the title of its new purpose added at top left.
It’s been a decade plus a handful of months since I walked out of that building for the last time. Went fast. Seems like yesterday.
Yes, I subscribe to and faithfully read the digital version that has a smaller office a few blocks away. The press has been sold from the big hall on the back side. I say no thanks to the offer of newspaper pages they have trucked in after a printing run at a sister organization in another state. But I surely do miss the robust editions we all collectively put out through decades together in that building. I can still close my eyes and imagine the smell of ink when the big press rolled to print our paper.
Mark Bialczak 
When/If I look back, I do so with squinted eyes and squinted memory.
Better to see the blurs and not the blahs.
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Agreed, ladysighs.
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I appreciate your memories of getting that paper written and out to the customer. You will never lose those memories! Nice post!
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Thanks, Nance. Those were some days for sure!
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Newspapers were a big part of my life growing up, Mark. And, I read them to this day. I certainly appreciate all the effort that goes into getting a paper out the door and into the readers’ hands, and I am sure you have many great memories from doing just that!
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So much a part of my life, Bruce, forever.
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beautifully written, mark. those years spent there must have really been something special. sad that so much has changed over time, but that is the way of the world. you’ll never lose what you had there, though, in the paper’s heyday.
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