There was a time when media was built on bells.
They used to do that, you know. In a small town, perhaps by the sea, the sun would crest just barely over the horizon, and a man would walk to the center of the town square.
He would ring his bell, and all the people would pause whatever they were doing.
And they would listen. Because that’s what you do when the news comes. You listen. You listen to the...

There was a time when media was built on bells.
They used to do that, you know. In a small town, perhaps by the sea, the sun would crest just barely over the horizon, brushing the steeped roofs of the buildings with golden paint, and a man would walk to the center of the town square.
He would ring his bell, and all the people would pause whatever they were doing.
And they would listen. Because that’s what you do...