See my Herald column here.

We were the unsung heros of the newspaper business.

True, the flyer stuffers weren’t the glamorous reporters or the fearless photographers with their notebooks and zoom lenses.

We weren’t the pressroom boyz or the advertising teams. And we weren’t the paper carriers who got the paper to everyone’s front step each morning.

No, we were the flyer stuffers, the people who stuffed the papers with Woolco flyers so you would know what was one sale on $1.44 day. Think about that.

During high school, we’d trudge into the back of the old Herald building for our 11pm shift on Friday night and start stuffing. And we’d stuff and stuff and stuff, tens of thousands of newspapers, eyes burning, stupid with fatigue, legs aching by the end of the night.

But there was a certain pride in it.

The job’s gone now, replaced by a machine. And the old building where the presses ran and the flyers were stuffed will soon be demolished.

No one really knew or cared about what we did, but we had fun doing it.

So the next time you pick up a newspaper flyer, spare a thought.