I purchased a copy of the Whitewater Register yesterday. (I’m too old for Mad Magazine, and the Weekly World News no longer has a print edition.)
When I took the copy to the counter of a well-trafficked store, I overheard this exchange between the two clerks behind the cash register:
First clerk: “What’s this? I’ve never seen this before.”
Second clerk: “It’s the local paper.”
First clerk: “Is that the price [pointing to the 75 cents-per-copy notation]?”
Second clerk: “Yeah, 75 cents.”
Too funny. I’ll venture — on this anecdote alone — that no one at Southern Lakes newspapers will become the next Rupert Murdoch on the basis of newsstand sales.