I bought the San Francisco Chronicle every day when it was 25 cents during the week and, I think, 75 cents or a dollar on Sunday. Then it was 35 cents, then 50, and lately 75 cents. I stopped buying the Sunday paper a couple of years ago when it seemed like it changed every Sunday - No magazine! OK, here's your magazine back! No Datebook! Different Datebook! And on and on - and also it's really not worth it at $3. But I was still faithfully plunking down (well, feeding into a newspaper box) 75 cents a day. I like the tangible, physical paper. I like holding it. I like reading the Sporting Green while I eat lunch. I don't have an iPad and reading it on a computer screen while I eat is unwieldy. ANYWAY, no more.
Are you fucking kidding me, San Francisco Chronicle? A fucking DOLLAR? For a paper that is just a shell of what it used to be? That's it, I'm out. We are done here. I could do 75 cents a day but, I will freely admit, there is a psychological barrier to adding on that extra quarter. I just cannot pay a dollar a day for Debra Saunders' ill-informed ranting or Chuck Nevius' whatever that thing is that Chuck Nevius does. It's been a nice 23 years, Chronicle, but we are done. Good luck at your new price point.
(Incidentally, this is a photo of the newsrack in front of the courthouse at McAllister and Polk. Usually it's empty by 8:30 a.m. Not today. Plenty of razor-thin Monday Chronicles for sale today. Looks like I'm not the only one who's finished here.)