I’m plopped down in a hard backed chair at a Starbucks in Asheville, ever-hopeful that strong black coffee is the magical antidote to a snarled mess of post-St. Patrick’s Day cobwebs.
Scripture from Isaiah says there is “no peace for the wicked,” an offshoot of which is ‘no rest for the wicked.’ I am all too familiar with the Sisyphus syndrome related to that saying; the Greek of myth had his heavy stone and I have a trash bag. Sisyphus’ eternal suffering was punishment for haughty self-aggrandizement. My atonement? An obsession to pick up after others. Maybe a boulder would be easier.
Every weekday this week it was the same tortured routine. Litter and more litter. One bag full, and then another. I keep thinking maybe this is a phase I’ll grow out of and soon. But no. Trash is there and so am I.
Newspapers like the Asheville Citizen–Times will be the only news-outlets-in-paper form (save for a few big national papers) that will still be around in 5-10 years.
Why? That’s the advantage of small town news coverage. If the Times doesn’t cover local Asheville news, there will be no one else who will. Not the Assoc. Press or CNN or the Wall Street Journal. That’s a good thing for small towns and is the niche of newspapers in modest sized markets.
There is a great story by Karen Chavez in Saturday morning’s edition about how more women in western North Carolina are entering the once “… traditionally male-dominated field of natural resource management and environmental sciences.”
The article cites several positive examples of how women are making a difference. Then, a few pages later, is more coverage of the still-depressing and unnerving news of 45’s anti-environment budget cuts.
Let’s hope these strong women – and others – can persevere in the face of utter stupidity and short sightedness.