The Oscars ceremony Sunday marked the end of awards season, those winter months where Tonys, Emmys and Grammys are handed out for excellence in the performing arts.
While the productions are frequently panned for their length, and despite efforts to make them more television friendly by putting time limits on acceptance speeches, it’s obvious that these artists and behind-the-scenes professionals are grateful to be recognized in a field that is difficult to break into and harder to succeed in. So it’s only natural that they want to thank everyone who helped get them to the podium.
While to you in your home or office, the paper in your hands is something you read before tossing it into the recycling, here on Virginia Street it’s a production, an album of current events, features and opinion that is created and released every day.
Your paper — or web page — is the result of numerous departments from accounting and advertising down to circulation and three separate newsrooms.
You know some of the newspaper personnel by their bylines or photo credits. Everyone else in the building mostly toils in anonymity. This is what happens when things work like clockwork; they become so dependable you think them as effortless.
Until things don’t work like clockwork. Then you discover that a lot of effort goes into what we like to call “the Daily Miracle.”
Earlier this month our presses suffered what I described to one caller as a “catastrophic failure,” where we could not get the papers out that day. This was easier than having to explain that the paper roll kept tearing as it made its way through the press.
The fact that we could not get any editions out at all was indicative of how difficult a problem our pressmen faced. I’ve seen these guys work and they can MacGyver anything, so I can’t imagine how maddening it was to keep hitting dead ends. The next day, the back of the press room, which is about half a city block long, was chest-deep in discarded paper, a testament to a night — and a day — of frustrated efforts to solve the puzzle.
But they finally got the presses rolling, with a little help from our pre-press and information technology departments. And they’re still working to get the enormous contraption running as smoothly as possible, so you can get that Daily Miracle, your newspaper, in your hands every day.
So for this award-winning production, I’ve got a list of people I’d like to thank.
First, I give a shout-out to our circulation drivers and delivery people who busted their tails to get your newspapers out. I’ll single out Stephen Thomas by name, because he got mine to our house as soon as they were rolling off the press — even delivering in the evening.
I want to recognize our customer service operators who were swamped by a tidal wave of thousands of callers wanting to know where their papers were.
I also say thank you to those subscribers whose calls I answered in the newsroom and who were patient, kind and understanding of our predicament.
Finally, to those fellows in the press room who put this album together: Matt Hindman, Chuck Cantley, Bruce Cox, Ollie Curry, Tom Emmite, Billy Gilmore, Derick Harrison, Larry Hudson, Shawn Kinison, Joshua Moffatt, Robert McNabb, Harold Thomas, Dave Totten, Roy Vealey and Tim Williams.
You guys, with your ink-stained clothes, ear plugs and skinned knuckles, if I could, I’d send you donuts every morning and pizzas every night. Thanks a million for all the hard work you do to make us look good. I’ll even propose an award for you: the Inkys.