Back In The Newspaper Bidness

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it’s been |— “Truckin,” The Grateful Dead |———| The phone call came a few weeks ago while I was talking to a fellow who I lean upon for spiritual counsel and advice. Mainly he just asks questions and prods me to do the same. Rarely does he provide answers, but our conversations have been invaluable. I ignored the phone vibrating in my pocket until we were finished, then listened to the voicemail. It was an old friend and former newspaper colleague, who asked...

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