On my first visit to New York City in the early 1970s, I was excited to pull a Village Voice from one of the newspaper's distinctive street boxes.
Back then, the Voice, fat with classified ads, surged with the great city's pulse. Its reporters, critics, photographers, artists and columnists produced electric pieces that burned into the reader's brain.
Now, the Voice is dead. The print Voice having been extinguished a few months ago, the 63-year old brand had been hanging on in a twilight digital existence.
Publisher Peter Barbey on Friday announced the end of the Voice's online version. A skeleton crew will hang on to preserve the publication's archives.
After the death announcement, a flurry of eulogies appeared from well-known writers who'd learned their craft at the Voice.
The Voice's demise came a few weeks after the New York Daily News announced it would slash its staff, and move toward more of a digital model. There's little doubt that the Daily News soon will join the Voice in the journalism dustbin.
Along with vital news sources, the Voice and the Daily News served as valuable training sites for young journalists. Young writers wanting to follow New York City dreams now have few places to begin their careers.
Like dead seals washing up on beaches, the Voice's death is a warning sign of greater media extinctions.