- published: 07 Dec 2008
- views: 5393785
The Columbus Dispatch is a daily newspaper based in Columbus, Ohio. Its first issue was published on July 1, 1871, and has been the only mainstream daily newspaper in the city since The Columbus Citizen-Journal stopped printing in 1985.
The Dispatch and the various WBNS stations (WBNS (AM), WBNS-FM, and WBNS-TV) as part of the Dispatch Broadcast Group are privately owned by the Wolfe family. Although this concentration of media ownership might seem to run afoul of the Federal Communications Commission's cross-ownership rules, the family was granted an exemption because their ownership pre-dated the regulations. The Dispatch Broadcast Group also includes WTHR Channel 13 in Indianapolis, Indiana, an affiliate of NBC, and the "Ohio News Network" cable news channel.
As of 2010, John F. Wolfe is the newspaper's publisher. Michael F. Curtin is the associate publisher emeritus, Michael J. Fiorile is the president and chief operating officer, and Benjamin Marrison is the editor.
The paper was founded in June 1871 by a group of 10 printers with US$900 in financial capital. The paper published its first issue as The Daily Dispatch on July 1, 1871, as a four page paper which cost US$0.04 per copy. The paper was originally an afternoon paper for the city of Columbus, Ohio, which at the time had a population of 32,000. For its first few years, the paper rented a headquarters on North High Street and Lynn Alley in Columbus. It began with 800 subscribers.
A dispatch, the car crash
Breathe deep in case it's your last
One more shot, one more fight
You're so wrong, I'm so right
One more drink, I can't think
I'm leaving you tonight
Arriving at the scene
These sirens are deafening
I can't see my car keys
Stop yelling "you love me"
I'm driving, I can't see
I black out indefinitely
And she sits on the edge of a ditch on a state road
Hands on her face and her eyes on her temples
Catatonic regretful
And the words on her lips keep them pressed to the concrete
Bearing the name of a silent apology
"Baby I'm sorry"
One more shot, one more fight
You're so wrong, I'm so right
One more drink, I can't think
I'm leaving you tonight
A dispatch, the car crash
Breathe deep in case it's your last
Arriving at the scene
These sirens are deafening
I can't see my car keys
Black out indefinitely
One more shot, one more fight
I'm leaving you tonight
And she sits on the edge of a ditch on a state road
Hands on her face and her eyes on her temples
Catatonic regretful
And the words on her lips keep them pressed to the concrete
Bearing the name of a silent apology
"Baby I'm sorry"