To me, that’s a nice way to say goodbye, and begin a new era. It hurts, but you have to do it, just like we had to a couple weeks ago. But I’m not sure that the message translates, especially when you’re in mourning for a coach you loved.
Recently, my father brought home an old copy of the News Item he found in his childhood home. It was pretty cool to see how wide old newspapers were and how much things were back in the 1970s – I believe bananas were 9 cents per pound.
Here’s the front page to get a sample of how big that is:
That’s eight columns. Most papers today are six, and a skinny six at that in some cases.
But even though that is cool, we wondered why the newspaper had been preserved. Something special had to have happened that would cause my Mam and Pap to save the paper.
After we flipped the front page over – we didn’t have to guess any longer.
See that handsome devil to the far right? That’s none other than Greg – in his about 16-year-old glory. He was newspaper boy of the year.
And he still looks exactly like that. Just with more gray hair.
So there it is, newspaper preserving these precious memories that would have been lost for all eternity – so that your kids can look back and laugh at you.
Just kidding – we only laughed a little bit…..OK, a lot.