Too windy for birds this morning. And for me, when it comes to the latest debates in journalism, too windy to haul rocks. Maybe I finally have a grasp of that cryptic phrase often heard from a late photojournalist friend, Richard Pipes, a real pro who hailed from the gusty plains of West Texas. I’m …
“I am ashamed — ashamed for myself and for the church — that we have not been here sooner.” That was Monsignor David Cantwell of the Catholic Interracial Council of Chicago speaking to my father at the end of the five-day civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery in March 1965, led by the Rev. …
Today was a day of ups and downs for me in my reading about journalists and the newspaper business. I don’t know whether to make heads or tails of it. I’ll just tell you how it went. I started by reading at elle.com an exciting profile of Jane Mayer, stellar investigative reporter for The New …
(Note: Speaking of journalism and boxes of Pandoras, I have touched up an oldie but, I hope, goodie). The late Gov. Bruce King and the still-living Tom Harmon, my first city editor at the Albuquerque Journal, are two of my favorite New Mexicans. They might seem to have little in common, but they are among …
I fear what would have happened if I’d walked up to the editors in my first newsroom and told them I was filing a nuanced story. This was over 40 years ago, and odds are that a curmudgeonly copy editor — the one we relied on to make up for all our grammar, spelling and …
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