Putting Red to bed: a g'bye letter
The Sun-Times' failed Red Streak tabloid, for young audiences that don't read newspapers, which folded after this AM's editions, offers a "personal note" about its "relationship" with its 36 or 37 readers:
"We need to talk. I don't know how to say this, except to just say it.... I know it's four days before Christmas and all, but there's no point in going through the motions anymore. This has been a long time coming, and we both know it. Don't worry. It's not you. It's me."
"Well, the truth is, there's somebody else, and they're forcing this decision upon us. We just can't be together anymore. We tried to make it work. You know we did. But this arrangement just isn't right for either one of us... Sometimes even relationships with such great promise don't work out. Now that I think about it, maybe there was no way to please you. And can you honestly say you wanted a newspaper in your life, even if it was designed just for you? ... Oh, please don't cry. I didn't mean that. I did want you, really I did... But we haven't had that kind of excitement in months. That's my fault, too, I guess... I know I'm leaving you, but it's not all my fault. You really didn't pay enough attention to me. I mean, I was there for you the best I could. Five days a week. And did you put in effort to spend time with me? Well, it wasn't enough... Maybe we'll meet again one day and things will be different. Maybe we'll be different... All I know for sure is you're not getting a Christmas present from me." [The channeling from beyond is by columnist Mark J. Konkol.]
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