To Tell a Story
Opened the chest today and made myself feel old with my yellowed papers. It's such fun reminiscing about the newspaper writing days of 2018 and 2019. I'm still not sure how my awkward 19- and 20-year-old self survived. I was the kid that the World War II vet told to “be confident, speak loud, speak like you have something to say”. I never really thought I had much worth saying; I just told everybody’s stories. I was very ok with that, lol. I was challenged by the advice, though, because of my quieter personality. It was one of those brief life experiences that made me appreciate the value of excellence in writing and the importance of personal interaction with people. However, I was always wordier than my coworkers (and they told me so 😆), so I had to learn the art of concise writing. I had a city councilman come up to me once and tell me he appreciated how I took the time, though, to always share both sides of things in small-town news. It may be because people have always...
