All of this week I’ve had internet connection issues at the space I’m using right across the US Courthouse here in Wilkes-Barre, Penn. It has nothing to do with the space itself. It’s a problem of my Clear key and the weak signal I’m getting there. The big problem is that I’m feeding a couple of sites that urged me to meet deadline. My solution: dashing out to street to phone in my updates. This makes me feel like one of those old school journos running to a phone booth to dictate their stories, because that’s exactly the case with me. Then, I cannot help thinking that telephone was for a long time the internet of its day; there was nothing more immediate than dialing to the newsroom. Now I have a question, though. What happened to those guys who waited for reporters to call in? If somebody knows, please let me know. Finally, many could say that journalism has come a long way, especially with the advent of the internet and mobile technologies, but it also remains the same especially when somebody turns the switch off.