
I love the month of February because Baton Rouge makes it so awesome.

Don’t act like it ain’t been coming for a while.
This turned into a postcard for that esteemed icon of journalism, the peerless Donna Ladd. I don’t always agree with Donna (indeed, sometimes I vehemently disagree with her), but I will always take her side in a knife fight, because she’s got Jackson’s back, and because when everybody else was leaving, she did the unthinkable:
She came back to Mississippi.
And, she’s making a newspaper work—because it actually serves the community. The Jackson Free Press has news, kultur, laffs (we love that Jackson Breland loves Jabari Toins), and investigative powers beyond that of our Gannett-funded, and oft-furloughed, daily. Newspapers aren’t dying because of internets: newspapers are dying because they quit offering a value.
Don’t you think I’d buy the Ledger every day if it had huge page-sized offerings from Frank King and Winsor McKay? Why would you think I’d buy it if you lay off Orley Hood and keep Rick Cleveland and Gary Pettus and Sid Salter riding the bench a week at a time?
I shan’t; I shan’t.
AND LO, THE CLARION-LEDGER SHALL DIE COLD IN ITS SLEEP, ALONE AND UNLOVED.
Hello, New Year’s! This is where the new post goes, once we get the site ready to gobble more Polaroids. After five years (!), 926 posts (!!), and 6,226 comments (WHAT), the ol’ girl creaks a bit in the mornings.
I am only writing this because of a foolhardy resolution that requires me to post daily or at least semi-often, which will be abandoned in all likelihood by May. I am also determined to read a book a week (hey, if the still-president can fake do it, so can I!) and in general “better myself.”
IT IS A 2k9! SPARKS ARE DEAD! VIVA LA SPARKS!