I am saddened to hear of the demise of The New York Sun, which will publish it's final edition today, after almost seven years. I only read the paper once, perhaps twice — I was on my way out of New York when it arrived — but I was drawn to the design, deliberately evocative of an era of metal type. And I particularly liked the masthead. And I liked the idea that a determined upstart might compete with the city's long-established dailies.