Newspaper Days – Cursed
If you run a small town newspaper, you’re going to make some people mad. There’s no way around it. And sometimes the things that make people mad are amazing. For example, I once ran a story about a man...
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Newspaper Days – My Bodyguard
I have written before about an area in northern Arizona called East of Snowflake that attracts all kinds of weird people. If you’re a burned-out hippie, a survivalist, a conspiracy theorist, or any...
View ArticleNewspaper Days – Pseudo Psychics
I do believe that there are people who have certain gifts that the rest of us don’t have, or at least don’t recognize. I had a friend I worked with at one time who, several times, said he believed...
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Newspaper Days – Me PC?
Apparently, the latest complaint by the politically correct crowd is their objection to someone saying Amen at the end of a prayer. They want something more PC, something gender-neutral. Or is that...
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Newspaper Days – No, I Didn’t
When Terry and I first got together, she was shocked by the way I treated the employees at my small town newspaper. No, I wasn’t Simon Legree expecting them to work their fingers to the bone for...
View ArticleNewspaper Days – Mount St. Helens
41 years ago last month one of the largest natural disasters in my lifetime happened, and it also my first big news story. I was running my small town newspaper on the Washington coast, and for weeks...
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Newspaper Days – Monica The Intern
A college education can be a great thing, but the reality of it is that all too often when you graduate, you end up with a diploma and, more often than not, a huge student loan debt that will take...
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Newspaper Days – The Diamond King
In one of my earlier posts about my small town newspaper days, I mentioned a fellow named Ed, who lived in the infamous East of Snowflake area in northern Arizona. Ed was the man who wanted me to send...
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Newspaper Days – Hand Grenades
When you publish a small-town newspaper, everybody knows you. It’s kind of like being a celebrity, or at least a big fish in a small pond. Sometimes that was nice. I won’t lie, occasionally we got some...
View ArticleNewspaper Days – Always Lock Your Car
In last week’s Newspaper Days column I told you the story of a woman who called me because her teenage sons were playing with an unstable World War II-era hand grenade. I said that once I determined it...
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