Way back when, my summers were spent with my sister at our Grandparents place in Fairfield Maine.
As soon as I woke up I loved reading the Maine Morning Sentinel.
The news was quite different in a smaller community than the big city, and that was nowhere as evident than in "Police Log" that listed
all the calls that were received at the station.
In Chicago (or NY or Detroit) you might read,
"Man found beaten with brick then sawed in half".
Who wants that with their morning glass of milk?
Maine is much more my two eggs over easy speed...