The loss of the Rocky Mountain News in Denver is like a death in the family.  It’s the missed conversations, the lost holidays and the sense that something is not there that should be there.  You feel this deep sense of loss months after the death of a parent, sibling, spouse or good friend.  I’m just now really appreciating what the Rocky meant to me.  My sense of loss is greater now than the day the publications ceased.

Like many consumers of news, I am a creature of habit.  I’m an early riser.  I’ve always been an early riser.  My time as a newspaper boy for the Syracuse Post-Standard got me in to that habit way back when.  These days as I head out to my driveway to pick up the morning papers, something is missing.  Up until February 27^th I saw gathering of newspapers greeting me each morning.  Now every morning that small pile of papers has been reduced by one with the closure of The Rocky Mountain News.  With the demise of the Rocky, I’m feeling a true sense of loss every time I head out to grab the morning news. 

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