by KAREN POWERS
Dear Daily Newspaper,
You’ve served me well old friend. We’ve had a long relationship and you’ve always been there for me and I for you. But forces bigger than my loyalty are growing, and I’m afraid they signal the end of our great love affair.
Our relationship started when I was a young girl. Coming from a family of newspaper readers, I felt extremely grown up and sophisticated by scouring your tabloid pages. My diligence would then be rewarded with inclusion in that evening’s dinner table conversation. So passionate was my family’s devotion to you, they even bought the morning and afternoon editions. Yes, there were different editions – back then we didn’t have the internet to procure the latest news and yes, my family read the tabloid papers.
Major events from my childhood were unraveled by reports in your daily pages. Television news was fleeting but papers could be pored over. I remember waiting for the latest edition of the paper to read up on tragic events such as Cyclone Tracy, the Granville Train disaster and the Milperra Massacre.
As an adult this tradition has continued and even with the advent of the internet, I have still preferred devouring your printed coverage during major events such as the death of Princess Diana, September 11 and the election of Barack Obama. Of course, as I have matured my love has developed into a more sophisticated version and the broadsheet has become my new life partner.
Just as we have shared in major events and tragedies, so too have we managed to rejoice: you delighted me with your detailed pages on all the royal romances, engagements and weddings of the 1980’s and I continue to relish every Olympiad through your comprehensive coverage.