From Where I Sit: I read the news today, oh boy

By: Tom Rupp, Special to the Telegraph
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The news came out this week that the Post Office will discontinue Saturday delivery in August. It is just another step into the future and away from what used to make up life in our past.

When I was a child we used to have milk boxes, made out of metal and insulated, out on the front porch of the house. Early in the morning the milkman would drive around in his truck, delivering milk in glass bottles. That doesn’t happen anymore.

When I was a child Coke only came in glass bottles and the cap had cork on the inside. That doesn’t happen anymore.

A major cable currently airs television commercials in which teenagers rail at their younger siblings about how much life has changed since they were little children – that is, having only one television, being able to record only one show at a time, and so on.

They don’t call it “the news” for nothing. There is always something happening. Or almost always. Someone has determined that April 11, 1954 was the most boring day in history. You can look it up. They say next to nothing happened that day.

The media – television, radio, newspapers and now also the internet – deliver news events daily (or hyper-daily via Twitter) and endlessly. Something is always going on and therefore being broadcast.

That’s why I find it amusing when a television station says that they are reporting a story “you will only see here at We-are-self-important.” No one has sole claim on the public domain of news.

The glut can become overwhelming, numbing even. After all, a constant barrage of information can desensitize us to future stories. Unless you have an extremely strong sense of discipline where you can limit your intake of information, it seems as if the only other option is to become a technological hermit.

That is, to go off the grid, become unplugged, focus your attention elsewhere. If only. No, tomorrow is a new day and there will be new events to report, which brings us back to the post office.

Hardly anyone write letters anymore. In addition, more people are paying bills online and reading magazines and newspapers online. We are getting closer and closer to the day when we will say, “I remember when they delivered mail to our house, and that doesn’t happen anymore.” You read it here first.

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