Today is one of those days where I imagine the following scene would play out in an old-timey newsroom that’s not instantly connected to the rest of the world:
A number of weekend reporters and editors stroll into the newsroom at the Chicago Tribune, each with a mug of coffee in one hand and the various major papers of the day under the other arm. Before starting to work the phones for leads or following up with sources, they stretch their legs a bit or otherwise get comfortable and thumb through the front pages. Picking up on a trend, they finally reach Trib and firmly plant their palms into their forehead, staring incredulously and wondering which asshole in which corner office approved today’s layout.
And if this scene isn’t happening this morning, especially in today’s connected world, it should be. [screen shots via frontpages]