The thing about being a man of a certain age who has always been pretty good at keeping up with the times is that a major function of my Twitter feed and Facebook page is finding out who has retired and who has died.
Last week, via a direct message on Facebook, I was told that an old friend and patron of mine had died. His name was Harris Rayl. He was 66. Three years older than I am.
Harris was the third generation of a family that owned a chain — they preferred the term “group” — of community newspapers in Kansas and Iowa.