Inspired from youth by Albert Camus' sense of the Absurd, I try to be a voice for REASON in the growing darkness and moral insanity of global capitalism .
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
The Providence Journal’s printing facility to close
I enjoyed working there at their front gate guard shack (US Security Associates) mostly part time for a number of years. I loved the quiet of the night shift. Always alert on the job, but before they put high tech cameras and computers in the guard shack, always with interesting stuff to read .My boss there Ed was a perfect gentleman and a former town manager of East Providence. Now and then I worked the front desk at 75; Fountain St. and could see all the PROJO celebs passing in and out of the building. Often I had classical music playing on low. Every thing and every place is just a moment in time. On the fourth floor there was once the Providence Journal radio station WEAN. My father worked there for more than 30 years. The printed newspaper is in its death agony all over the country. But I still prefer it to lousy computer screens. My best friend' s father, Bob Marshall, for years worked at the Production Facility as a fork lift operator. I have somehow inexplicably lost touch with friend Ron , still living somewhere in New Hampshire.
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