After more than 20 years of reporting, it's my turn to have the questions tossed at me.
It's not such a great feeling.
I ignored most of the interview requests I got today because I had to cover the Veterans Day ceremonies in Bristol -- duty still calls -- but I did speak for a little while with the Associated Press. I hope I didn't say anything stupid.
What I have been struck by so far is that most people are pretty kind, even in my profession, which isn't exactly known for its gentleness. I appreciate that. I hope over the years I've conveyed some of that compassion at tough times to others.
In any case, I have much more to say about this paper -- and newspapers generally -- since journalism has been my concern for decades and the Press has been a big chunk of my life for the past 15 years.
But I'll wait for the opportunity to say more until the initial shock wears off. I confess, though, that I feel a little bit like people who have been caring for a dying old relative for years and then tell you they are stunned when the old guy bites the dust. It's kind of stupid to know it's coming and still be surprised when it arrives.
And yet, I still have some faith in a miracle drug, a mystery buyer, a community effort to salvage what remains or something, anything, that doesn't lead to the finale none of us want to see (except for the reader whose comments on here have long called for me to get fired because I'm such a jerk).
Update: I talked on camera to reporters for Channel 30 and Channel 8. I figure putting my face on TV may drive more people to read newspapers. ;)
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