As I stood on the wooden, chevron-patterned floor in my Steve Maddens at the Buffalo News,I felt both blissful and melancholic. I thought about the millions of workers over the past decade who also must have stood where I did; laboring away at a little piece of history. Mostly, though, I thought of the emptiness of the room and how, instead of being the center for the mass production of news in the Buffalo community, it was now a still, lifeless gallery.
Needless to say I kind of missed what the tour guide said…
Still, countless images in my head as a child of the hustle and bustle of a news station were suddenly disturbed, as though someone had mindlessly blown away the dust from its idealistic surface. I felt like someone had taken my Easy Bake Oven and replaced it with a Hannah Montana MP3 player.
Lost in my obliterated dream of what the center for news publishing must look like, grew a new respect for the old way of doing things. Countless times have I turned up the volume of my IPod on the bus or angrily searched for the TV remote (rather than getting up to push the manual button of course) without giving a second thought as to the evolution of things and, more importantly, the true cost of losing something old.
If someone were to ask me what I have learned on this field trip I might not give the response they would expect. With new technology, not only can I update my Facebook status while catching a bus in Madrid, but I can also say that this new found outlet has created various jobs, many of which friends and relatives of mine find employment in.
Still, I’ve made a vow to pick up that newspaper when I put fifty bucks into my tank, not only to appreciate a different way of doing things but also to take part in something old.