As a child I spent hours camped in front of yellow stacks of National Geographic magazines. I don’t think my parents ever threw out a copy. Each was cherished as a repository of scientific fact, a ready reference for all the latest, most fascinating information and most beautiful nature photography. And maps! Tucked in each issue was a folded map, exquisitely detailed, inviting extensive study. Those National Geographics were my natural science classroom. They encouraged, even required, my reading at ever higher levels. Even the ads in the back were interesting. Cruises and expeditions to all sorts of exotic places. Assortments of unusual stamps to buy from countries I’d never heard of. (Many of those stamps eventually appeared in my stamp collection).
Rupert Murdoch as owner of the National Geographic? Better they close their doors now.