A flood of fond memories washes ashore today on 12th Street. Forty years ago today was one of the major milestone days of my life. We started a honest-to-gosh, genuine newspaper from scratch that day. Almost a year later on July 18, 1973, we had run our 113-year-old competitor "The Zionsville Times" out of business. Those were heady days. It could have easily been a "rags-to-riches" script right out of a Horatio Alger pulp novel. Looking back from our safe perch 40 years later, there's no way we should or could have succeeded. But we did. I will never forget the feelings of that day from a past life long ago. What a day!
Somehow during the daily maelstrom of dealing with Mom's chaotic estate, I managed to save and send the bound volume of "Zionsville Main Street" for months of existence fro 8/8/72 until the end of 1973. Frankly, I'd forgotten that I sent it out. I arose about 5 am this morning and began rummaging through the scant few effects that I mailed out here back in January. Much to my merry surprise, there lay the bound volume, safely packed in its very own box. Oh, the flashbacks snapped, crackled and popped as I trolled through those pages in the pre-dawn of a day 40 years later. What a long and winding road it has been since then.
Here are a lot of captioned photos I took this morning as the bound volume lay on our kitchen table. As always, you can click on any of them to see a larger (more readable) version. Many Cheers! jp