Presses break down too
By Holly Martin
Do you know how it feels when you are in the combine, looking at ominous clouds on the horizon heading your way? You know you can harvest the rest of this field and get the combine, grain cart and truck to the shed in plenty of time. And then it happens. There’s an awful sound and alarms go off. The blackness of the approaching clouds only matches the blackness of your mood.
The equivalent of that happened here at High Plains Journal last week. Except the machine was the press and the ominous mail truck was leaving the post office. Before it was over, we transferred our pages to a different press and were able to get the few editions that were late on the next mail truck.
I have worked here for 20 years and in all that time I don’t remember the press being down longer than a couple of hours. We have some first-class pressmen that do a great job of maintenance, keeping things running week in and week out.
But this was one of those epic breakdowns, where a quick run to the dealer in town won’t fix it. We’ve traveled several states to get parts. People have been working nearly round the clock and still the press sits silent.
The reason I’m airing the High Plains Journal dirty laundry is to tell you the reason for your paper delay last week. Luckily, this week we’re already working off of Plan B and if it’s late, it’s on the U.S. Postal Service, not us.
You may also notice a few changes throughout the paper. We had to change deadlines and may not have been able to print your favorite market or column. If you’re missing something in particular, you can always visit www.hpj.com to find it.
In the meantime, the mechanics—or in this case, the electricians—are hard at work. And like any good farm mechanic would do, there will be an endless stream of coffee until it’s done.
Holly Martin can be reached by phone at 1-800-452-7171, ext. 1806, or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.