To be honest, some mornings I come here, write something and leave thinking: Gee, it would be neat to write again for a newspaper. Maybe as a columnist.
Some dreams die harder than others, I guess. Even the dreams that would look and feel dystopian in reality.
A Facebook friend made sure the other day that I saw this blog post by Zachary Oren Smth, a former reporter at my old newspaper who now works at a newspaper in Iowa City. Zachary and I have never met. He came along at the Muscatine Journal after my departure. I hope he doesn’t mind that I’m using the photo he took of the newsroom on his last day at the Journal in 2018.
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