Newspaper for sale.
My brother Howard is looking to sell the family newspaper, the High Desert Advocate. My parents and I started the paper in 1985. Howard came on board the next year and took over the business when my father died in 1996. Since late 2015 Howard has been suffering the effects of major strokes and heart attacks, and thus must retire.
Though he is ill, the paper is in a great position. Literally sitting next to a gold mine, Newmont’s Long Valley mine 20 miles west, this award winning and adjudicated paper is a great opportunity for the right person. Contact his wife Corinne at 775-664- 3015 for details.
We first ran this story in December’s Old Times. It shows a bit of Howard’s toughness and the trials he faces. At the time we went to press, his family requested we not put it on line. They are allowing it now in hopes the story may spur interest from a buyer.
“You get a lot of the True Spirit of The Season stories this time of year.
We empathize. As we see it, this time is supposed to be about hope; about miraculous triumph against immense odds and the lifting of hearts in joy – even in the roughest amongst us.
Which brings us to our own Christmas story, and how it came early to the Old Times this year.
My brother Howard has never been a warm fuzzy. He was a tough big brother, made tougher when he emigrated overseas and came back a battle hardened combat vet from the Israeli Defense Forces.
But every so often he’d do something that’d touch your heart—reminiscent of the time I was a baby and he was three. That’s when Howard gave
me his most prized possession—his cowboy hat.
I’m told that I tried to eat it.
Fast forward fifty plus years and he gives me another gift. It’s a shout of unrestrained joy; a big hug, even a kiss on my cheek when he greets me in his hospital ward.
I tell you, I’m not a man lacking for being loved—but the joy of that reunion was about the best present I’ve ever had. Way better than an old cowboy hat with baby drool on it.
Howard is recovering from strokes and heart attacks. They have left him partially paralyzed and incapable of speaking more than a dozen words.
For a person fluent in six languages, and an otherwise vigorous man, it’s been a rough road. More than most could travel.
His doctors had written him off more than once. They told the family he was a vegetable; that his kidneys were shot, his mind was gone and his
heart would fail.
Today he’s off dialysis; he is very much fully cognizant. As for his heart — that they really underestimated. He displays more courage in facing his everyday than most folks do in a lifetime.
He’s home now with his wife and youngest son, and out of the hospital and the acute care center where he recovered for several months.
He’s got a lot to live for — another son who married this Thanksgiving week in Jerusalem; a daughter expecting her third son this spring; and a family who loves him ferociously.
Like a lot of brothers, it hasn’t always been easy between us. There were years when we barely spoke.
All those bad times were over in the instant we embraced.
I am more thankful than I can say for this gift.
Thanks to him and to Him, for that joy. And thanks to all of you reading this, for letting me share it.
David Copelan is the Publisher of the Old Times, Boulder City