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But…why? I love journalism, and I love dealing with my kids. When your kids are growing up, one of the most dreaded questions to parents is always the “why” of something? When you’re in journalism, finding out the “why” is often that part that people, especially those being asked, dislike the most.

I’m a pretty simple guy, really. I’m not much of a “man’s man” - I was an Eagle Scout, and I love tying knots and stuff, but camping just really never became my jam.

Read all About it! There’s a lot of discussion about how newspapers don’t have time to cover important things, or they don’t cover everything, or they don’t even cover the things people care about. It’s no secret – communities are running short on folks brave enough to put their words into permanent, indelible nature.

I’ve held for a very long time that I believe a major shift in our country has been in the way our government communicates with us. The advent and installation of the internet has had recorded detrimental effect on the people of this country.

We don’t charge for obituaries. Its been a long and arduous journey, but a line that I’ve held for 20 years and don’t intend to shift on any time soon.

I’ll admit it (kind of) I’m a bit of a hoarder. Not one of those that have the 4000 food containers falling out of their car, or the one that saves Pringles cans for that justright project that might come along, but I do like to keep things.

When I first started my college career, I was sure I wanted to be a music teacher. I loved playing, I love music, I loved everything about it.

I miss the days when things were just fun and you didn’t have to worry about other countries. We’d be much better off if we could go back to when it took a few weeks for news from around the world to reach us.

One of my favorite stolen sayings is that “close only counts in horsehoes and hand grenades.” I’m not a real particular person - I like to think I am, but at the end of the day I’m just as lazy as the next person. I throw my clothes on the floor at home, a foot from the washing machine.

One might think - yeah, grab some pictures, write a few paragraphs and then slap it all together and *poof* there’s a newspaper! Why and how can it be late sometimes!? Listen, I totally hear you, I wonder the same thing all the time. There was a time, not so long ago, that all my papers were between 10-16 pages each week.