This morning at about 5:15 a.m., I walked to my driveway, eager to peruse the final physical edition of the Rocky Mountain News -- but although my delivery person generally drops my newspapers off prior to 5 a.m., it wasn't there. When I left home for the office at 6 a.m., it still hadn't shown up. And neither the Rocky nor the Denver Post awaited my arrival at Westword HQ around 6:25 a.m. My best view of the issue as of this writing has come courtesy of a report on Channel 4, which is spending its last day as the Rocky's partner. The various packages the station broadcast would likely have made Rocky types cringe: Footage of staffers packing boxes was used as B-roll during a phone interview with sportswriter Sam Adams, and correspondent Michelle Griego announced during a live shot that the paper had been on sale since September. That's an error of about three months, but at least it rhymes with December, when E.W. Scripps actually put the tabloid on the market.
Yes, I could look at the Rocky online. That seems wrong, however. The Internet may not have been the paper's only assassin; its death, and the struggles of newspapering in general, was caused by a complex web of conspirators, not a single shooter. Still, what most Rocky readers want today is to hold the paper in their hands one last time, and I'm no exception. The experience is worth waiting for.