Feed the Birds
A TAPster reminded me of a snow day blog I did once in memory of my father. It’s apropos today.
My dad, Jim, was a printer and, at one time, foreman of the N&O composing room. In those hot-type days, printers used house ads to fill in columns of type. The ads would tell you to subscribe to the paper, buy classified ads, read the comics, etc.
On snowy days, Jim would make up a series of ads in all sizes and shapes reading, simply: “Feed the Birds!” He reminded readers that snow keeps birds from their usual fare. They need what you might call a handout.
So feed the birds!
Feed the Birds
A TAPster reminded me of a snow day blog I did once in memory of my father. It’s apropos today.
My dad, Jim, was a printer and, at one time, foreman of the N&O composing room. In those hot-type days, printers used house ads to fill in columns of type. The ads would tell you to subscribe to the paper, buy classified ads, read the comics, etc.
On snowy days, Jim would make up a series of ads in all sizes and shapes reading, simply: “Feed the Birds!” He reminded readers that snow keeps birds from their usual fare. They need what you might call a handout.
So feed the birds!