The Ann Arbor News closes it's doors today, to be succeeded by AnnArbor.com. I'm keeping an open mind, but I remember how hard it was for any sportscaster to step into the Tiger's broadcast booth after our legendary Ernie Harwell. I'm thinking it might be a bit like that. It's hard to follow an institution.
Here are some of the things I'll miss:
- "Browsing", "scanning", and "dipping my toes in" will be replaced with "searching". If I don't know it's there, I'll never see it. If I search for it, I'll get a lot of junk with it and have to take time figuring out what I'm really looking for.
- I won't ever be able to say, "I got my picture in the paper" to my Dad.
- I won't be able to wrap soon-to-be-historic news sections in plastic hoping that they'll be valuable some day.
- I'll get nervous at noon Saturday because I won't have heard that the tornado siren was going to be tested.
- I won't be sure that my friends will have read my relative's obituary and know when the services are.
- My finely honed skills of folding the newspaper backward on itself so I can read it one-handed will have to wait for my infrequent visits with the Wall Street Journal.
- I'll have nothing to start a fire with on a wintry morning.
- I won't be able to scan the sports pages to see if I recognize the last names of highschoolers who are children of my friends.
- I won't be able to circle garage sale ads to take with me.
- I won't be able to pack a box with the Michigan-Ohio State section to add extra delight to my out-of-state son's Christmas present.
- I won't see pictures of freshmen moving in around Labor Day and be able to think "They get younger looking every year."
- I'll have nothing to chuckle over, hoping my husband will say "What?" so I can read it to him.
- I won't be able to keep track of how Geoff Larcom's picture ages over the years. And I'll miss Jo Mathis. Dreadfully.
- AnnArbor.com will never be "mine".