Our once proud newspaper is a shell of its former self. When I saw this, the first thing I thought of was, “After all the layoffs, I didn’t think there were 44 people left in the building.”
I see this and I think of Marco Smolich the sports editor, and the guys upstairs who helped me when I was a snot-nosed 20-year-old with a semi-pro basketball team. (Yes, there was basketball in Sacramento before the Kings. The Prospectors played at Mira Loma High School the two years I was part-owner. And we never asked the people of Sacramento to do anything except come to the games and maybe buy a hot dog.)
I think of the days I delivered the afternoon Bee in 110 degree weather, when even the dog wouldn’t chase the paper boy down the street it was so hot. I think of the ways The Bee has been a part of the cultural arts in Sacramento, how we wouldn’t have a Music Circus without the late Eleanor McClatchy and the support she so willingly gave to the arts in our city.
A newspaper is a reflection of the community it serves, they say. So what does this say about our community, other than that we are broke. The Bee didn’t respond well when the newspaper business started to go south a number of years ago. Now, they have an on line presence, but they are forever playing catch up. Maybe they will make it, maybe they won’t. No one seems to care any more. Can you imagine what it must be like to work someplace where the ax falls every three months and the person next to you disappears?
A city loses its most public voice and what happens? I guess those of us in Sacramento are about to find out. Because while The Bee is not gone, only life support keeps the heart beating for now. The stories are written by people who live elsewhere, or are pulled from wire services. We haven’t had a newspaper for several years really. We are fast becoming a city without a face.
Just one man’s opinion…