We’re going to miss our old newsprint when it’s gone

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A few years ago my former colleague at The Oklahoman newspaper, Richard Mize, lamented the demise of the metal coffee can. The coffee industry eliminated the once ubiquitous coffee can and replaced it with plastic cans or closable pouches.

“Where will we put our bacon drippings?” Richard asked.

Good question, Richard. The coffee industry was totally unconcerned about the fallout in households across the nation where bacon grease was stored in empty coffee cans. How dare they.

Anyway, I see a similar crisis brewing in American households. Newsprint is rapidly disappearing from our driveways and kitchen tables.

Instead of picking up our actual paper from the driveway each morning,  Americans are more likely to read an online version — or, more disappointing, not read any newspaper at all.

Earlier this year I wrote about the decline of my first newspaper employer, the Southwest Times Record in Fort Smith, Ark.

In fact, I’ve seen firsthand the impact the shortage of old newsprint has had on my neighbors in recent years.

Since I am virtually the only print subscriber of The Oklahoman on my street, a neighbor twice asked me for my old newspapers to use for packing before she moved and again when her daughter moved into her own apartment. I gladly shared my bounty of old newsprint.

So this leads me to the point of this post: how we’re going to miss the many ways old newspapers are used around the house — or used to be. Here are a few:

  • As liner for a birdcage (now that’s low-hanging fruit, I know).
  • As fish wrap (a common newsprint stereotype).
  • Lining the floor next to an outside door when potty training your puppy. It worked on my now departed Boston Terrier decades ago.
  • Packing in preparation to make a move (see example above)
  • Creating pirate hats. As children, my sister and I learned to fold the newspaper into the most awesome pirate hats we could imagine. We proudly wore them around our house or paraded through the neighborhood.
  • Making kites. My dad made a newsprint kite for me when I was about 10 years old, and it actually flew as well as the store-bought kind.
  • As floor liner when doing a paint job or an art project.
  • Newsprint is great as backing on a counter when you are cutting a watermelon, then wrapping the rinds before throwing them out.
  • Packed away in your closet or attic to hold on to keepsake articles for the memories.
  • Current event articles clipped for school projects.
  • Finally, a rolled up newspaper makes a fine rod of discipline for a wayward pet. I only had to roll the paper up and raise it above my head to stop my Boston Terrier from committing an offense such as chewing up a shoe.

We’re going to miss newsprint for many reasons beyond just reading the paper when its gone.

BONUS: If you’ve got other ways you’ve recommissioned old newspapers in the past, leave them in comments below.

This just in from my friend Josh O’Brien on an alternative use for old newspapers: “Another use: cleaning big mirrors or windows — much better than paper towels.”

Richard Mize (see above) added: “One more thing: I use three sheets of newsprint to light my charcoal chimney for grilling!”

Another alternative use from Steve Buck, my fellow Geezer on the 3 Old Geezers podcast.  “paper mache.

From David Yarbrough in Fort Smith, Ark: “Use as fly (or wasp) swatter, although not as ergonomically designed as plastic ones.”

One more from Linda Lynn: “Gift wrapping. And to protect table from kids’ art projects … and for art projects like collages and paper mache.  We even used to create Christmas trees with newspaper.”

From Steve Barrymore: “I save mine all year then use as a weed barrier in the garden at planting time. I then cover it with mulch. Eliminates weeding.”

From Kathy Consbruck in Nebraska: “Mine go to the pet shelter. They line the kennels with them.”

From Phyllis Welsh Bennett: “A long time ago, I used strips of colored Sunday comics to make a chain to adorn a Christmas tree at The Oklahoman. Last week I gave a stack of old papers to someone needing it to pack glassware for a move. Each weekday I put my newspaper in the waiting area of the Teachers’ Retirement System. I’m told a lot of TRS members enjoy reading a paper newspaper!”

From LaRita Dawn Watson: “I save mine for my Dad to read since he lives outside the delivery area and won’t read the online version. I have used to clean windows and mirrors, and it works better than any cloth! I’ve used it in all the ways mentioned and will truly miss it when it’s gone. It feels good to turn the pages and read.”

2021: The year in BlogOKC

blog2As we put 2021 to rest and welcome in the promise of 2022, I decided to look through a year’s worth of BlogOKC and see what was important to me over the past 52 weeks.

For the record, this is the 45th post on this blog for 2021. And I decided to rank the top 10 posts that meant the most to me over the past year. BlogOKC touched on a lot of random topics, from noodling to road rage to the COVID vaccine and more.

I hope you’ve found them interesting. So, the blog countdown begins right here:

No. 10 from August 18
Road Trip! Noodlers and Rain Delay Theater

When my friend Ed learned that the Tulsa Drillers were going to change their name to the “Noodlers” for a weekend to honor the sport of hand fishing, he not only wanted to go see them play, he ordered a Noodlers cap that very day. Ed, his son, Cade, and I made an August road trip to watch the Noodlers, who won on a walk-off home run. But not before we waited out a two-hour rain delay.

“I won’t give a play-by-play of the game except to say that neither team scored for the first seven innings. So it went into “extra innings” where a player was placed on second base to start each extra inning at bat. ‘Free baseball!’ Ed yelled, his theme whenever a game goes into extra innings. We won’t debate the merits of the free base runner in extras.”

No. 9 from July 24
Why the Unvaccinated are taking a political stand

I was fed up with the anti-vax crowd by mid-July, and I’m still fed up with those who refuse the COVID vaccine. It’s all a political statement by the Trump crowd, because we’ve faced vaccine mandates as Americans for decades before this one arrived. I stand behind what I wrote in July.

“As one who is proudly vaccinated, I reluctantly keep my mask at hand. I fear more disruptions loom in our future. All because of the unwilling who are making a political statement by shunning the vaccine. So, what’s the point of all of my rambling? What we’re seeing in the unvaccinated is a collective display of the Ugly American. The me-first. The selfish who would never consider doing something for the greater good.”

No. 8 from Nov. 28
Drive-thru rage and the shame of it all

Yep, I embarrassed myself in the Starbucks drive-thru line.

“The young man rolled down his window, and I started screaming: ‘What are you doing?! Couldn’t you see I was sitting there with my blinker on waiting to pull into the line?’ The guy responded: ‘how was I supposed to know?’ I screamed again that he should have seen the blinker, and then he said ‘I’m leaving.’ He quickly backed out and left the lot. I went back to my car. My wife said I was lucky he didn’t jump out and punch me. Suddenly, my righteous indignation gave way to an incredible sense of shame. What had I done? I was the old man screaming ‘get off my lawn!’”

No. 7 from June 17
A REAL ID adventure on the Mother Road

My daughter and I had a grand misadventure on the Mother Road as we sought a tag agency where we could get her a REAL ID.

“ ‘We don’t do driver’s licenses here, never have,” he said (with a straight face). “But you can just walk in at the Chandler agency, which is about 15 miles east on Route 66.’ I was laughing again as we walked out the door. My daughter was fuming, because I had us on a wild goose chase. We headed east again on the Mother Road.”

No. 6 from July 31
A Vintage Coffee Shop Idea for the 2020s

My friend Ed really is an idea guy. And he hit on a good one with his concept for a vintage coffee shop.

“ ‘I think we ought to open up our own coffee shop,” he finally said. ‘We’ll call it Vintage Coffee. No espresso machine. No fancy pastries. Donuts only.’ I laughed at the thought of a straight coffee-only coffee shop run by a couple of old school geezers. ‘We’re going to offer only Folgers, Maxwell House and Sanka, which was my father’s favorite coffee,” Ed continued. ‘It’s like a step back in time.’ “

No. 5 from Jan. 3
A Salute to 1971, the coolest year, from a cool kid wannabe

I read an article on New Year’s Day about what an awesome year 1971 was, which happened to be the year I graduated high school. I was hit by a wave of nostalgia.

“So, why did this article hit me so hard? I think it’s because I had never really given any thought to how many years had passed since Graduation Day in 1971. And how I’ve lived sort of my own version of Forrest Gump’s life in the intervening 50 years, still trying to be one of the cool kids and never quite making it.”

No 4 from June 23
For crying out loud: Ted Lasso packs emotional punch

I stumbled on to Apple TV’s Ted Lasso in early June and was hooked right away. I loved his corny, well intentioned motivational tactics that almost worked.

“But Ted Lasso delivers what I see as an awesome message about having a positive impact on people around you — even those who may not be ready to receive it. I’m not crying. You’re crying.”

No. 3 from May 24
We need a Streetcar with a purpose

I love the Oklahoma City Streetcar. The problem is, you can’t really plan a trip and go from Point A to Point B on it.

“New routes would be a major financial hurdle at this point. But the Streetcar needs desperately to connect the OKC Innovation District, the OU Health Sciences Center campus and the Capitol — and NE 23rd Street — to downtown. Someone please make that happen. Then we would no longer have a Streetcar to nowhere.”

No. 2 from July 1
A True Crime Story: Driving While black

My son, who is African-American, was pulled over in July for no apparent reason other than he was a Black male driving East on I-40. I was outraged, as a father should be.

“From my perspective, this was a clear case of racial profiling. Young African-American male driver. Texas tags. Driving alone on I-40 headed east. ‘That’s just the way it is,’ Ryan told me. ‘Every time I’ve been pulled over the cop asks ‘do you have drugs? Do you have guns?” As a 60-something white man, I’ve never been asked by a police officer if I had drugs. Or guns.”

No 1 from Dec. 9
Traffic Stop on the Lake Road

I was pulled over on the Lake Hefner Parkway — by my wife. And had to write about it.

“Then it hit me why Solomon was shouting GiGi! My wife Paula, his grandmother, had cut us off on the Lake Road and was pulling us over. So, I pulled in behind her. She hopped out of her car and began running to our car. I imagined the worst. Had someone in our family died and this is how she was going to break the news to me, here on the shoulder of the Lake Hefner Parkway? I rolled down my window and she said, ‘I think I left my phone in your car.’ What?

BONUS 
From Oct. 20
Fan’s message to the Thunder: Let’s Play to Win

My righteous indignation over the Thunder’s tanking strategy comes out in a lot of places: on Twitter, in texts to my friends Steve and Ed, and on this blog.

As the NBA season began, I called for the Thunder to play to win. Now.

“Here’s to the new season and hoping the Thunder will be over-achievers. Let’s not chase the luck of the lottery once again.”

Drive-thru rage and the shame of it all

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The scene of the crime

I’ve recently discovered that I’ve operated under a false image of who I am. I assumed as a follower of Christ, I would always turn the other cheek.

Turns out that the real me came out in a Starbucks drive-thru here in OKC.  My wonderful self-image was destroyed when I got behind the wheel.

I’ll set the stage.

My wife and I, along with our 2-year grandson, were heading out to Dallas for a brief getaway for a couple days.  I wanted a cup of coffee before hitting the highway. So we drove to a local Starbucks, which had quite a line of cars in the drive-thru.

The line went all the way out to the parking lot of the shopping center in which it is located, so I put my blinker on and waited my turn, leaving room for other cars in the busy lot to pass on my left.

I was waiting patiently to pull into the drive-thru when a small car rushed by me on the left and wheeled into the drive-thru. I was beyond incensed.

Before I realized it, I jumped out of my car and raced over to the line-cutter’s car and rapped hard on his window.

All the while, my wife was pleading with me to come back to our car.

The young man rolled down his window, and I started screaming: “What are you doing?! Couldn’t you see I was sitting there with my blinker on waiting to pull into the line?” The guy responded: “how was I supposed to know?’  I screamed again that he should have seen the blinker, and then he said “I’m leaving.”

He quickly backed out and left the lot. I went back to my car. My wife said I was lucky he didn’t jump out and punch me.

Suddenly, my righteous indignation gave way to an incredible sense of shame. What had I done?

I was the old man screaming ‘get off my lawn!’

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Michelle Millben

About two days later, I saw a post on Facebook from Michelle Millben, an Oklahoma native who lives in Virginia. Michelle is an incredible public speaker whom I heard a few years back at the Oklahoma WISE Conference, and have followed her posts ever since.

Anyway, Michelle told a story about playing peacemaker for a couple of guys who were about to come to blows at the gas pumps of a service station.

She saw what was happening and approached the pair, speaking in a calming voice.

I admire the way that Michelle diffused the situation and played the peacemaker for people she didn’t even know.

As for me, the only way is up from the depths of my behavior. Michelle’s post and my crazy rant have really helped me to reassess my own demeanor.

I hope I can be the peacemaker in the future, and not the old ‘get-off-my-lawn’ guy who hangs his head in shame today.