Friends,
I’m happy to share with you this edition of Tosa Connection. From our Summer Blockbuster Movie preview cover story to the spotlight on the terrific work that our volunteers do at Tosa Cares, I’m proud of the coverage we provide in this issue. Please enjoy cover-to-cover and we encourage you to share your copy with a friend who may not receive the magazine directly in their mailbox. Businesses and caregivers might leave Tosa Connection available in the lobby or waiting area for visitors to enjoy. Distribute as you see fit!
Circulation and distribution are critical for a print publication in this dizzying digital world. In our specific case, you are reading this in large part thanks to the United States Postal Service and its fine carriers. Though we have no official or contractual relationship, we print the number of magazines listed on their website’s (usps.com) Every Door Direct Mail option, and then distribute accordingly to each provided address. The fine folks at Schumann Printers handle this part of the process for us. Subsequently, we print and distribute 32,000 copies of each issue of Tosa Connection.
If you don’t receive every quarterly edition, please say something to your postal carrier, the post office, or to us directly at info@tosaconnection.com. Your enjoyment, feedback and use of the magazine are essential to our growth in finding advertisers with valuable savings to pass on, and developing more of the stories, news and profiles that make each issue one worth circulating.
I am fondly remembering that first “D.I.S.T.R.O.” vehicle we ever purchased for the Onion, way back in 1991. I had found us a great deal in Milwaukee at a postal vehicle auction and was set to try to drive it back to Madison, alone. There was so much play in the old girl’s steering that I threw-out my shoulder. Continuing this classic college scene, a group of art students were later painting the truck at my apartment, and we covered enough of the driveway and yard to get me tossed from the building when the lease was up. But that’s another story altogether.
We drove that truck right until she “threw a rod” halfway from Madison to Urbana-Champaign, IL. It served us well, and helped us to spread our paper.
Now, I prefer to rely on the USPS in a very different, yet important way. I do miss the art students in my yard, though.
Carpe Diem,
Pete
