Mark LaFlamme at the Lewiston Sun Journal isn’t so sure if he still needs notebooks, but you’ll find his musings on the topic quite hilarious!

The humble reporter’s notebook, slim enough to slide into a back pocket, used to be my best friend. My partner in crime. My lover. 

OK, maybe not my lover. That would just be weird. 

Point is, I used to rely so heavily on the notebook for reporting news, I had more stash locations than a professional dope runner. 

In the car? They were everywhere: under the seats, jammed into the glove compartment and stuffed above the visors to the point where notebooks would rain down onto my lap whenever the sun was out. 

At home? Yeah, bruh. Notebooks all over the place. In the tool box, you’d find nothing but pens and notebooks in place of hammers, screw drivers and drill bits. If you wanted a spoon out of the silverware drawer,  you’d have to dig through a mile of notebooks to get it. My mattress was stuffed with notebooks instead of feathers. If you wanted to take a shower. … 

Wait, why are you showering at my house again? 

I had a lot of notebooks, is what I’m saying. They were as ubiquitous in my world as loose change, shoes or crack pipes in yours…

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