A3 means to turn the page.

In October of 2009 I was minding my own business.  I was going through the motions and checking all of life's boxes off appropriately.  I smiled at my neighbors, had friends and family.  I knew that the community around me was falling apart but like everyone else I would just shrug.  I would read the paper.  Usually there would be a horrible story sprawled across the front.  Turn to page A3 for the rest of the story?  No thanks.  What's the point?  I will just have another small scratch in my armor that I have put in place against such things.  A coping mechanism that so many of us have resorted to.  We have no power against the criminal deeds that ebb and flow around us.  Right?  Right?