It's 5 a.m., Do You Know Where Your Newspaper Is?

Most likely it's on the front step -- or in your bushes, or in your neighbor's hedge, or in your dog's water bowl, or lying forlornly at the far end of your driveway. In any case, it's there for you. But for how much longer?

Upheaval is the name of the game these days. And I'm about to be neck-deep in it. After 10 years at a major metropolitan newspaper, I'm being cut loose. I'm one of the lucky ones. I held on for years while watching talents far greater than mine get the ax -- always feeling that gun cocked at the back of my head. When the bad news came, it was almost a relief. I didn't have to worry about that anymore. Now it was reality. Now I could deal with it.

But what of the beloved newspaper I'm leaving behind? Will the ink-stained wretches of the world slink off into the darkness, never to be heard from again?

Don't count on it.

We'll figure this thing out. And the World Wide Web will be richer for it.

Let's just hope we can make a living in the meantime.