Every once in a while I get ambitious and do a little exploring here at the TV station/newspaper. This is by far the largest facility I’ve ever worked in! The logistics of putting out a newspaper are complex. Nothing is dainty. Nothing is small.
I was down in the basement tonight walking under the massive presses that produce the Courant, Advocate and other publications. It was quiet when I walked in. It wasn’t quiet for long.
Though the presses don’t start until midnight or so there’s lots of setup work. Massive rolls of newsprint, each large enough to be used by Scorsese for a cinematic mob hit, get moved from storage to their feed points. They’re aged to adjust to the indoor temperature after being trucked in from Canada.
Strategically placed nozzles spray a very light mist to keep the humidity up. You’ve got to be nice to paper that’s about to speed through presses and processes.
Mark, an old hand in the mechanical end, saw me walking aimlessly and asked if I really wanted to see the bowels of the operation. This is where I become sixteen again!
I’ve worked here eight months. Mark showed me places I’d never seen nor even guessed might be here.
Is it possible to fall in love with a building?