Recovering from a stumble

Saturday, July 14, 2018

It was spring 1981 and this author of this column was in a job going nowhere. I was doing radio news in a small town. When the position came open, just a few months out of college, it seemed like I'd hit the mother lode. My immediate superior was a longtime former TV news director, many years my senior, and he would teach me about the town and about journalism. On both counts, he came through aces. In addition to working morning drive, I'd have the chance to call high school football play-by-play. Unmarried, no children at the time, I devoted myself to becoming a good news and sports broadcaster. It felt as if the stars had aligned just for me.

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