I was chatting with two media advisors earlier today. Clearly, they know a lot about media--both new and old. Witness:
Ostensibly, we were talking about planets, i.e. Lake and Finn's collection of stuffed celestial bodies: the sun, Jupiter, the Moon, "Earf," Mars, "Satur-in," and Mercury, all of which accompanied them out of bed.
We got talking about why Mercury has wings on his feet, which led me to talking about my early career as a reporter at the Pottstown Mercury.
As soon as I said the word newspaper, I wondered whether they knew what I was talking about. After all, it's been two years since I found them reading one.
"What's a newspaper?" I asked.
"It's something grown-ups look at but don't read," Lake said.
