My grandfather worked for the newspaper in Valparaiso, where I grew up. I think he actually worked the presses at one point, but was doing editing and layout when I was old enough to go to his work. Riding home tonight, I happened to pass the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette building when it was dark outside (thanks, daylight savings) and the press room lights were on. I never knew they actually printed the papers there. I figured it was just offices and administrative stuff. Now, I have a new destination to swing by on my way home from work to gawk and the fun, beautiful machinery.
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