Editor's Notebook
January 11, 2024
I was shocked this week when an 18-year-old woman visiting the newspaper office asked if she could touch and closely examine the Burroughs cash register that sits on our front counter.
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with that machine since I joined the newspaper staff more than 50 years ago. I’ve never considered it old, since it is newer than the first cash register I used. I’ve forgotten the maximum sale that could be entered but expect it was less than $100. Perhaps less than $10. It was used as a cash drawer in the fireworks stand—a place to store customer’s money so the bills and check...
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