I have a confession to make. I’m a content crook. A newspaper thief.
I’m pretty sure that Rupert Murdoch would say I stole intellectual property.
I started at a very young age. I was nine years old, and as a young man, I always seemed to want to be an entrepreneur. I remember clear as day the first time I noticed all that valuable content just sitting there. Waiting to be repurposed. It was pure gold, and no one seemed to see it but me.
Up and down my suburban street, piles and piles of almost brand new newspapers set out by the curb to be picked up by the town’s recycling truck.
I knew they were valuable, because my mom and dad read them eagerly each day. On Sundays they were part of a family ...