Like the Flint Journal, employees can subscribe for half price and the manager reminded his employees that there was no such thing as a free paper.
It did remind me of the Oakland Press newsroom (which, like the Journal, let us take as many free papers as we needed) back in the 1980s. As a convenience to reporters and to keep the newsroom a little neater, the first run papers were dropped off in a newspaper box that had been rigged to stay open.
It looked like a regular street sale box, but all you had to do was pull on the door and it would open.
A new business reporter was hired in 1985 and in the middle morning, after deadline, the newsroom could be a pretty quiet place. Many of us were rapidly reading the pages of the first edition trying to catch any glaring errors that could be fixed on the fly for the later editions.
Others had escaped to begin working on stories for the next day, or perhaps just gone to pick up their dry cleaning or do their shopping, could have been just about anything that cleared out a newsroom.
So I was sitting at my desk, which was only a short distance from the paper box, when I was startled to hear two coins (I think the paper was 35 cents at the time, could have been 50 cents, I just don't remember) drop into the empty metal coin box on the paper machine.
I looked up to see the new business reporter pulling open the door and taking out a paper.
With a twinge of a sarcastic tone, I said the the new reporter: "Unless you really screw up, they don't make you pay for those."
Maybe you had to be there.