In an obituary piece on the Buffalo plane crash, Fifty Varied Lives, Ended on a Cold, Foggy Night , which was “reported by Ray Rivera, Serge F. Kovaleski and Russ Buettner and written by Mr. Rivera”, the NYT manages to put down the people they’re writing about, and the city of Buffalo, because it’s sad to die, but sadder while on the way to a place the NYT doesn’t find glamorous:
It was perhaps not the most glamorous of destinations, or the most luxurious of flights: a turboprop plane pushing through wind and snow and fog to an ailing Rust Belt city.
Really guys, the article would have been a lot better without the put-down.
You should have read the obit of the poor unfortunates who died on a Northwest flight to Hibbing, MN (known for producing Bob Dylan and the distressed iron mining industry) a few decades ago. It was like they perished on a taconite slag heap.
I guess Buffalo is now considered “Flyover Country” by the liberal elites at the Grey Lady.
Perhaps Ann Coulter was correct about what should happen to the Times’ building.