This morning I ventured into the Seattle Times "press room," which I expected to be a room for press conferences. But, nope. It was the other kind of press room, where they actually printed the paper years ago. The whole experience was like entering a time capsule back to 1994. Everything was untouched, as though everyone got up and left, never to look back. There was still ink in the canisters and open log books with pens sitting atop. There were even coats and gloves in the lockers. An eerie place.
It's so strange that an entire floor of a building with levels of heavy machinery and dozens of workers was required to publish a piece of content, and today all I have to do is click a pretty blue button.