The Independent is like a little brother to me. We grew up together, and at the age of 15 I really got an inside look at not only what The Indy was but how much really went into raising this publication. The Independent is a living, breathing, growing, and changing entity. It takes the collaborative efforts of writers, editors, graphic designers, local businesses, and of course you — the readers, event planners, and supporters — to keep this beautiful thing alive and well. I know firsthand that this is rarely an easy task, but it is always an exciting adventure being part of something so meaningful.
Moving up north in January really gave me a new perspective on that chapter in my life. The hard times have faded into nothingness, and the good times linger on. Working with my dad was hard sometimes, but being with him every day was something I took for granted. I will miss seeing him light up talking about a new idea or project. I will miss being asked for my artistic eye when he’s been staring at an ad too long, trying to get it just right. I will miss the ring of the bell in the hallway whenever he or another member of our team made a sale.
They say it takes a village to raise a child, and although The Independent ditched its training wheels years ago, we still need you, your voices, and your help to continue to make this paper the best it can be. Know that what you hold in your hands is something sacred, something with soul. We couldn’t have gotten here without you. So thank you.
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