I knew from the break in his voice that the news was not good even before Kirby delivered the headline; the Hood River News was no more.

This was not a surprise. The signs of its demise were incontrovertible. Over the last two generations, readers had become proficient techies, demanding information in soundbites, within seconds of when the story was breaking.  They accessed their news on their watch, phone, or computer. Like the Wicked Witch of the West, the newspaper began shrinking, less subscribers, fewer pages, diminished staff.  And in an instant, it was gone.