I don’t really know how to say goodbye. But I must.
I’ve had a good run at this thing we call the “work” of journalism.
But after a 48-year addiction to news and the written word, I’m retiring and heading into garden therapy to work on becoming a recovering journalist. I won’t lie: I’m not sure I’ll ever fully recover. It’s been too much fun.
I’ve met and questioned a vice president, George H.W. Bush, who later became president, and another vice president, Al Gore, who won the popular vote but missed the presidency — no thanks to “hanging chads” and a regretful Supreme Court ruling.
