Seattle P-I: RIP

Today, The Seattle Post-Intelligencer prints its last.

The P-I, as it is known about town, is not only the first newpaper to publish here in the ekvelt (Yiddish for “the hinterland”), it is also Seattle’s oldest continually operating business. By shutting down its print publication, The P-I becomes the first major daily to publish solely on online.

 Read all about it, for the last time, here.


Author: allehall

I am a writer. I write to explore childhood: literary essays and short fiction, journalism, and three haiku. My published work expresses my belief that everything which did or did not happen to me as a child is manifesting in everything that is or is not happening to me today. More importantly, it is also manifesting for my children. I believe funny is the new navel-gazing, and that the best funny keeps a penny's worth of serious in an accessible pocket. Little-known fact: I have a completed novel decorating the inside of a desk drawer. Perhaps it is not funny enough.

One thought on “Seattle P-I: RIP”

  1. Thanks for taking note of a big loss the community Alle. By the way, am I the only one who found that all the P-I newspaper vending boxes were empty on the last day of publishing? Did the drivers just keep them? Was there a cabal of ebay fanatics that went around dropping 50 cents in the slot (or 75 cents; on the newspaper itself it says – uh said – 75 cents, but I always found that 2 quarters sprang the latch) and pulling out the whole stack? I was checking mid-morning, but a friend of mine was at a gas station at 7 am and said that even at that hour the box there was already empty.

    I had a friend who drove a truck years ago for a charity that shall remain nameless and he and his co-worker would always keep the good stuff they picked up on the route, specifically Levi’s jeans, especially a certain cut with orange thread, I think it was, that they could sell in Japan for like a hundred bucks. My parents said yesterday that they heard on the news that copies of the last edition of the P-I were going for 40 dollars, so maybe this was a similar deal.

    Anyway, I’m sad to lose the P-I. When I was a kid my best friend Dave and I used to do a route together. We hated getting up that early, but we’d take our dogs with us and make cracks about the customers who wouldn’t tip and about the dogs and gates and driveways we hated. The paper itself was often sensationalist and occasionally good for a laugh. My favorite headline was “McAdoo a Sonic”- only to have it turn out that, in fact, the team had not been able to consummate the trade that would have brought the great player to Seattle. Such was life before the internet.

    On the last day we did the route we carried out some retaliatory actions which were probably not in the best interests of the paper itself, which, in light of current events, I now regret. I remember this one customer at the bottom of a big hill (our only house down there) who had a vicious unchained dog and had the temerity to complain a couple times about us not putting a rubber band around their paper (Our practice was to fold the paper twice, sliding one outside third into the other, which made for a pretty stable projectile). So on our last day Dave and I stood at the top of that hill at 6 in the morning, cursing them and their dog, as each of us threw in the general direction of their home a newspaper encircled with dozens of rubber bands. I guess you had to be there -and fourteen years-old.
    So, yes, I feel sad today, as well as partly responsible for the demise of a great American newspaper.

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