FNP 51 Page 14 war headlines on something that was just anything, big half-a-page headlines. Then he'd start a story that says, continued to elsewhere in the newspaper. [It could be] page such and such, and it may go over here to page ten and then continue again back to page three. But he made money. P: Because he was the only paper. G: Well, he was the only paper, but after I opened up and I was struggling, I bought nothing that I could make or build myself. When I bought equipment, I saved the packaging-most of it was wooden packaging back then-and I'd build tables, light tables, drying tables, whatever I needed to do. I didn't throw anything away. I even saved the nails that came out of those packages. I didn't throw away anything, nothing. We never threw away a piece of paper that was white on one side and had been typed on the other. Everything was used to the max. I guess one reason I stayed in business is that I kept my expenses to the absolute minimum. I worked as close to twenty-four hours a day as I could work. [Our office had] an old hard concrete floor out there, and I'd take a stack of newspapers and [lie] down on that floor and put those papers under my head for a pillow and set my clock for fifteen minutes or ninety minutes later. That seemed to have been the two times that I could wake up feeling good. If I got out of that swing, I guess your sleep goes in and out into deep and shallow sleep. But he continued to make money. He made money all the way through. P: Did the competition make him any better? G: I think so. He finally went [to] offset [type] and used a lot of processed-color with one picture. A lot of times it would be a monkey or a rose, anything he could pull. If he could cut a good-looking picture out of a magazine, he'd just run it on the front page, maybe not even have a cut-line under it. That was a fine old gentlemen that had his own nick, and it worked. It really did. So what I had to do was something different, so I wound up putting blood-and-gut pictures on the front page: car wrecks, murders, bodies, hard- hitting editorials about this government that was caving in on us. I wrote the editorials. I wrote all my own editorials. I'd write them usually late at night, and when I'd go home to wake my wife up to get her ready for school, she would proof them for me, and I'd take her up to the lady up here, Ms. [Frances] Collins. They were teaching school in Greenville, fourteen miles from here, in Madison County. She'd ride over with Ms. Collins and come back with Ms. Collins. We didn't get called to bust up a liquor still one time. I got a call at three o'clock that morning [and someone] told me, did you know there was a liquor still busted yesterday afternoon; tell me about it. And I said, we didn't know anything about it. Because I encouraged people to call]; my motto was, put Tommy Greene on the scene, twenty-four hours a day. My motto was, if it happens In Madison County], I want to be there. I didn't care what time it was. P: Would the police usually call you?