I know I should find another person to complain to, but technology and I have an intense mutual hatred — apparently also known as getting aged. Thus I couldn’t find a general email address to complain to and as I’m doing my civic duty serving as a juror, not free to call and talk to an actual live person during office hours.
Still seeing lots of letters complaining about removal of the religion pages. Guess God had better get himself a computer. And now the daily television schedule seemingly has fallen prey to heavier paper “commercials” and recipes no one will ever actually make, while our ever growing butts and waistlines wear out chairs while we do our “talking” to and through computers. Crisis!
I presume that while the price of The Gazette continues to skyrocket and features disappear into the ether, so go I.