He took my phone number and looked up my subscription. "You're paid though August 8, and you're on easy pay, so you're not going to be charged again," he promised. "Your last payment was $162." Publishing only twice a week, the new paper "would have to be less," he ventured. "I would think a lot less."
I told him to put me down for it. "I've printed your screen, and I or somebody will be in touch with you," he promised. "I'll be here right to the end."
I said I was sorry about his job. "I've only got three more years left before I would have been retiring," he replied--then added briskly, "We'll see what's out there."