So you’re scraping by on the money the NYT has been paying you — enough to live reasonably well, not enough to save a whole heck of a lot.
Then your paper gets sold. You hold your breath and find out you still have a job.
Then this …
So when you leave a smallish newspaper to go elsewhere, you must first spend two years living off … nothing.
Unfortunately, that means something very simple: Tell your colleagues not to work for one of these papers. The only entities offering a deal worse than this have red capes and pitchforks.