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xelaThe Seattle Post-Intelligencer was the newspaper I grew up reading. It was there that I learned about a far away place called Vietnam; there I clipped a picture of President Nixon to which I added a Hitler moustache; there that I read about hostages in Iran and a washed-up second-rate movie star who wanted to be President; and there that I read about a useless waste of space who put four bullets in the back of the greatest poet of a generation.
It was also in its pages — in the columns of the paper's one truly great writer, Emmett Watson and in stories about people fighting to preserve its (as I did not then yet know, so very brief) past — that I first saw articulated the love I felt for the city that, even now, twenty years since I moved away, remains my heart's home.
Today the Seattle Post-Intelligencer printed its last issue.
The P-I will continue as an online-only publication, with a fraction of its former staff. Though it was the weaker of Seattle's two dailies, its web site reportedly had significantly more traffic, so that just may work. That doesn't make it not the end of an era.
On the off chance you're interested, Vanity Fair gave the P-I a fine obituary. More personal, and more touching, is this journal of his final day at work by the P-I's Pulitzer prize winning cartoonist, David Horsey.
For the times, they are a-changin'....
It was also in its pages — in the columns of the paper's one truly great writer, Emmett Watson and in stories about people fighting to preserve its (as I did not then yet know, so very brief) past — that I first saw articulated the love I felt for the city that, even now, twenty years since I moved away, remains my heart's home.
Today the Seattle Post-Intelligencer printed its last issue.
The P-I will continue as an online-only publication, with a fraction of its former staff. Though it was the weaker of Seattle's two dailies, its web site reportedly had significantly more traffic, so that just may work. That doesn't make it not the end of an era.
On the off chance you're interested, Vanity Fair gave the P-I a fine obituary. More personal, and more touching, is this journal of his final day at work by the P-I's Pulitzer prize winning cartoonist, David Horsey.
For the times, they are a-changin'....
