The Post

I saw “The Post” today, and the experience of having lived through those turbulent times as an adult came rushing back. I ran a bookstore in Harvard Square called Reading International in 1971, and sales of newspapers and magazines from around the world were a significant part of our business.  

I remember in particular the need to double and then triple our order of The New York Times and The Washington Post to meet the customer demand after publication of the Pentagon Papers. I also remember Daniel Ellsberg stopping by to pick up copies of each paper every day he was hiding out in plain sight in Cambridge. 

I now have the overwhelming desire to buy Sunday editions of the Times and the Post tomorrow. I haven’t bought a print newspaper in years, but the sights and sounds of the paper being produced in the movie were very powerful.

By the way, it’s a fine movie on multiple levels, and I strongly recommend seeing it.