The town was old and the pace of life slow. Even more so for the local newspaper which still printed its weekly newspaper with the ads and commercials on the front page.
Being there took you back in time to an era when everything was done by hand, and I marvelled as I watched Percy pick out the metal letters in such a fashion that demonstrated his experience.
Then the huge broadsheets would be laid out, and the pages pressed producing what we expected each week.
The whole process was quicker than I imaged, but it existed on borrowed time.