Rachel Dahl
It’s nearly November 1. I guess it will be by the time you see this and I’m still here in Fallon. It’s gotten cold and rainy and blustery.
Last winter, I remember dreaming and declaring on these pages that this would be the last winter I would spend in the cold. Pretty sure I said the same thing the winter before that, too.
In my dream life I’m gearing up to move this weekend to somewhere warm with more light. As soon as we put the paper to bed this afternoon, I would pack the RV and head south. November 1 to May 1 is the dream. Florida or Mexico, or a white beach on the shores of Alabama.
Except for the weather and the dark part, November is an exciting time around the Post. Four years ago, on November 6, we started printing the weekly paper. The Captain’s Log was born, and we began our sleepless Thursday nights at the shop with Becky printing our own beautiful little newspaper.
This week, as a happy anniversary, the first version of the printed Fernley Reporter is born. It wasn’t intentional to launch on the same week—it's sort of funny, actually—and we cannot wait for Wednesday night to see it.
Robert asked us as we sent the finished version to the printer in Vegas, “What was it like the first time you guys printed,” and I honestly burst into tears at the thought.
It was actually in August of 2019, the very first printing. We had the press in Carson print one Special Section for us. A Back-to-School Edition. I drove to Carson and picked it up and met our team and volunteers back at our old shop, where we all split up to deliver all over town. We met back up at the Tea Room when everyone was done, and all sat around reading the paper, and laughing, and crying.
I still have a picture somewhere of that night, and every time I see it, that feeling comes back. We want to do that for Robert this week, and we’re working on the logistics of how to make that happen. The paper comes on a truck now from Vegas and arrives on Wednesday night sometime between 8 p.m. and midnight, so we’ll let you know how it goes.
I never really answered Robert; how did it feel? How does it feel? Sitting here this morning on a rainy day when you really want just to cancel everything and sit in front of the fire reading a good book, it still feels like the best thing ever. Very surreal, still magical. We made something that we think matters out of nothing but a dream and a desire to make our communities better.
And we know we couldn’t have made it happen without the support and, sacrifice, and belief of all the many, many people in our communities who jumped in with us with barely any better sense and a great deal of gusto. We’re finding a whole new batch of those over in Fernley, and that, too, has been really, really fun to watch.
So, while we finish this Fallon paper up, work on Fernley for next week, plan a celebration party and delivery routes for them, we’ll still be right here…
…Keeping you Posted.
Rach.
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