“ One of my first real jobs was as the news director for a small-town radio station. I lasted nine months, let go because the station could get the news off the AP teletype. Local news meant paying me, and gossip at the local bar was good enough. I was reminded of that stint with Adam Richter's sharp take on how journalism is sacrificed on the altar of a balance sheet. Sheila faces the situation of her doomed local paper with grace and a faint glimmer of hope and hardened realism. There's a powerful punch in this play. ”