One of my few happy memories from high school are the hours spent in front of a Buick-sized microfilm machine at the Brooklyn Public Library scrolling through page upon page of old newspapers, ostensibly conducting research but in reality allowing myself to get hopelessly, wonderfully lost.
Really enjoyed this piece. It reminded me of my days scrolling through the microfilm of The NY Times back in college entering a portal of history finding little gems among the endless pages of illuminated newsprint.
Thanks Jason
Really enjoyed this piece. It reminded me of my days scrolling through the microfilm of The NY Times back in college entering a portal of history finding little gems among the endless pages of illuminated newsprint.