…to The Honolulu Advertiser.
For 11 years of my life, I drove to its wonderful old building at 605 Kapiolani Boulevard (it’s funny how over a decade after leaving I can instantly remember the address). I made a lot of friends there.
Unfortunately – no, tragically – many of my friends who worked there lost their jobs this past Sunday when the newspaper put out its last publication.
It had done that for 154 years.
The story of The Honolulu Advertiser’s demise is best summed up in this article .
A lot of who I am today as a professional was formed by associations I made there. I had a couple of amazing mentors. I was challenged by a few people whom I really didn’t like at the time – but when I look back now I realize they pushed me to grow.
This one hurts.
So sayeth the StickMonkey.