While things are quiet here at Siuslaw News for now, it’s only a matter of time before the governmental play date between the democrats and republicans ends, and media interest in The Door resumes. First-time readers of this weekly feature are probably asking, “What IS The Door?” and “Why would there be so much interest in it?” and perhaps the most frequently asked question: “How did I even get ON this site?”
While the last question will probably never be answered, I can tell you that The Door (of Shame, Blame and Brilliance) is a journalistic Mecca and home to the best and worst examples of print media clipped and pasted to our newsroom door by reporters since the 1970s. Think of it as the Smithsonian of journalistic history, or as Ann Coulter once called it, “Highly significant in its historical context, and also in the damage it would inflict if slammed in the face of every whining diaper-baby liberal grabbing this country’s teat.”
I don’t know about all that, but it does represent 40 years of hand selected print media faux pas — intentional and otherwise — that have either arrived at, been printed in or collected by reporters at Siuslaw News.
Which brings us to this week’s feature from The Door, an exhibit we call: The Many Ways to Spell
Seyus Sewi Sislaw Siuslaw News.”
However, before we begin we must join hands and repeat the following chant in a monotoned voice similar to roll call in the Capitol after what I’m sure was a long night of
The Door is a beacon, drawing us into the jagged rocks of journalism
Let us begin…
With a name like Siuslaw News (pronounced Sigh-You-Slaw Gnus), I’m sure you can imagine the creative ways we’ve seen this newspaper’s name spelled on envelopes and mysterious packages that have arrived at our office over the years. Once, during the era of anthrax scares, we did receive a package with a white, powdery substance clearly visible on the taped edges. It was addressed to our previous editor at “Silislaw News.” Fortunately, our postal person figured out who it was for and dutifully placed it at the front desk, after which he clapped the powder from his hands and left. After calling the police and evacuating the building, we nervously watched the bomb squad deactivate what turned out to be a box of powdered donuts from a new bakery in neighboring Reedsport, Ore.
And don’t even get me started on the ways I’ve seen “Hickson” spelled…