Harper Lee and Umberto Eco died on my last day working in Charlottesville. I hope that isn’t some sort of omen.
In the early days of this blog, the subtitle was “Hoping the road of life isn’t a beltway.” One of my fears at the time was winding up back in Hampton instead of seeing the world beyond Hampton Roads.
Two years later — a decade ago this week — I had a followup interview in Petersburg and began my journalism career as a reporter in March and began feeling my way around my beat.
After years in numerous editing roles, I’ll mark my 10th year in journalism as a reporter feeling my way around my beat.
Its an illusion.
Every day, Earth rotates back to the same spot, but it’s also rotating around the sun that is in an arm of the whirling Milky Way. And the Milky Way is moving at a terrific speed toward a collision with Andromeda.
I never realized how much of an effect I had on that newsroom in Charlottesville until they signed the farewell card. I learned as much from them as they learned from me. I thought I knew so much walking into that place. I had a lot to learn. I still have a lot to learn.
And a lot to write.