The Times Union – now only $5 an issue!

One of my blog readers, Bill, contacted me about something the saw – and didn’t expect.

“Hi Chuck, Maybe there’s a blog for this. I purchased today’s Times Union mainly because of the Preview Guide. The cover price was printed $5.00! This was in Valatie. The daily price WAS $2.00. I rarely buy it & Valatie is probably considered an “outlying area,” but I can’t find an explanation for the hike. I haven’t looked through the entire paper, but had no luck online either. I have had no luck with prior emails to the TU getting a response.  Maybe you can help fill us all in on what happened.”

I asked Bill to send me a picture of the newspaper.

He did.

So here’s the masthead from Thursday, January 24, 2019.

Let me zoom in on the price tag.

Yep.  That edition of the Times Union cost $5.  Now, like Bill, I don’t know if this was for a regional distribution or because it had a day-before-Black-Friday collection of advertising circulars inside…

Yeah … you know what?

At this point in my life, I’m tired of this.  I don’t know if the TU charges more for its paper outside of the Albany-Schenectady-Troy area, or whether this was some grandiose typo, or whether someone tried to slip a price hike through and hoped the readers didn’t notice.  I’ve heard of sales catalogs that do this – companies printing two catalogs and sending one with higher price listings to various customers, to test if those customers would purchase the catalog contents with higher sticker prices.

I don’t know.

And honestly, at this point in time, I’ve given up trying to figure out what the Times Union does with its life.

In the nearly two years since I left their blogging portal and opened up my own shingle, relations between the TU and me have been frosty at best.  I don’t know if the TU has moved on from me, but I’ve moved on from them.  Heck, if it weren’t for bloggers Robert Hoffman, David Kalish, Liz Lemery Joy, Sara Rose Hellmuth and Don Rittner – all community, non-staff bloggers – I wouldn’t even glance at the online TU portal.

And I say this because — in my five and a half decades on this planet, I’ve been in several relationships and partnerships and friendships, whether personal or professional.  At one time or another, something will happen.  And from that point forward, you put up your own emotional border wall.  You don’t want to deal with the bad feelings any more.  You have to find your own pathway and eliminate those who have hurt you from your life.

I’m not saying that I’m blameless in anything.  Heck, I’m sure there were situations where I poured gasoline on a campfire.  But even in those moments, I need to walk away and find other interests.

We all go through some crap in our lives.  No one is perfect, and sometimes that means they force their imperfectness upon you.

And in those instances, you have four choices.  You can fight back, you can forgive, you can kowtow, or you can walk away.

That’s why, in this blog, I stopped referring to the Times Union as “Big Hearst.”  It wasn’t worth my time to focus on how they treated me.  Is there still hurt?  Yeah, there is.  But I can’t focus on that any more.  I have my own life to live and my own world to create.  New chapters and new adventures.

As far as I’m concerned, the TU is the TU.  They always have been, they always will be.  For all that that entails.

And if they feel like they can charge $5 in the outlying counties of the Capital District and less in the Albany-Schenectady-Troy area… that’s on them.

For me, though, it’s like someone coming to me and saying, “Hey Chuck, did you see what that person said about you on Facebook?  I can send you a screen shot, I know you have her blocked, but you need to see this…”

That’s okay.  Keep your screenshot.  That person is blocked because I don’t want to see what that person says about me.  I know it’s cruel and vindictive and marginalizing and pointless.  That’s their raison d’etre.  And I can’t spend my life spinning my wheels in the mud when there’s dry roads toward the horizon.

As I said before … they are who they are.

And I am what I am.