With a daily, you have night shift and day shift and deadlines don’t raise anyone’s pulse. The culture at dailies tends to be more conservative and people work in cubicles. When I was hired at City Paper in 1995, we were in a huge old townhouse with tall, ornate ceilings and no central air conditioning, the dress code was no pajamas, and deadlines couldn’t be more frantic. When we finally finished the pages, they were put in a battered, sticker-covered suitcase and driven to our printer in Waverly, Pennsylvania. Our boss, Joe MacLeod, would have us all circle around the suitcase that held our hard work and scream as loud as we could—a primal scream to release all the built-up tension.