I was reading through a bunch of old Reader articles the other day - the best and/or most intriguing of which are stored here in a running list - and I realized, as I sometimes do, that I'm thankful to work here, because I get to work with or otherwise participate in publishing the work of some truly remarkable writers and photographers, and generally be part of a field that I've loved since high school, basically since I read this book (the essay by Brent Staples is a remarkable portrait of a Hyde Park winter, among other things).
I'm thankful to have helped publish writers like the late Jeff Felshman. I wasn't here, or even out of high school yet, when War Bonds ran, but I did process images for and post Hell In a Cell, for example.
Posting doesn't sound very exciting, and technically speaking it's not, but my grandfather was a pressman at the Lynchburg News & Advance, so being part of the production chain, even at the very end of it, means a lot to me.
I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, and I miss home, but I'm also thankful to live here in Chicago:
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"Posting doesn't sound very exciting, and technically speaking it's not, but my grandfather was a pressman at the Lynchburg News & Advance, so being part of the production chain, even at the very end of it, means a lot to me."
Beautiful, Mr. Whet Moser. Thankful for and appreciative of you as well.
Thank you, Whet Moser. I am delighted to have a photo chosen by you. --mmmmarshall (Marshall Rosenthal)
Whet, delivering the goods is a machine with many moving pieces, all of which perform an important task in the creation of the whole. The most brilliant words and images in the world are wasted when they go unpublished and otherwise unnoticed. Keep fighting the sometimes seemingly mundane, but nevertheless good fight.
And happy Thanksgiving!
I was directed to your well-written article by the daughter of the pressman. We here in Lynchburg are proud of your work and accomplishments. The pressman would be a step beyond proud.
I recall visiting the pressman on the job and seeing him read the early editions of the paper, catching errors and correcting them for the final edition. He would always know to look for my name in a box score and correct the spelling! He also helped me deliver the newspapers on many a cold morning. All in a nights work for him, the newspaper production business is about teamwork.
Keep up the good work, Whet.
Son of the pressman
Sometimes Thanksgiving comes in surprising ways and places. This was a wonderful reminder that love and family can transcend many miles and multiple planes. Thank you Whet and John.
Daughter of the pressman~