…the last home-delivered copy of the Indianapolis Gannett Star that will ever darken our door.
The last straw was the impending increase in home-delivery pricing. No damn way am I paying that much to have delivered (and half the time soaked by rain or snow) the crap that is the local fishwarp.
No, we’ll pick up a Thursday edition for the grocery ads, and a Sunday edition for the features. But I’ve already switched to the IBJ and the WSJ for daily news.