Jack Lessenberry

This may strike you as silly, but a little, relatively insignificant thing happened today that put a lump in my throat. It has to do with The Newspaper Association of America, the group that has represented major newspaper publishers since Grover Cleveland was in the White House. I was never part of that group, which is mainly for newspaper owners, not ink-stained writers and editors, my tribe back in the day. We moaned and complained about publishers, often because we saw them as skinflints who wouldn’t pay us what we thought we were worth.