Ok.
So maybe 12:30 a.m. isn't the best time to start a blog.
But for nearly two months - ever since the publisher of my newspaper walked into a conference room on a Monday morning and announced that come July, our 174-year-old paper would cease to exist – this has been on my mind.
For much of my adult existence, newspaper has been my life.
Started on cops and courts. Moved onto general assignment. Jumped to sports. Moved to California. Stayed in sports, took a break from the business, jumped back into sports and reached what I thought was the place I wanted to be.
But after 1 1/2 years of working for a bureau of the L.A. Times, something happened that changed the way I looked at my career and where I was going.
More on that later.
So I moved again. This time to Tennessee, where I worked as in sports. Moved to Missouri to go to toughen up as an investigative reporter. Got married and moved back to Michigan, where my career had begun some 12 years before.
Nearly five years later, I am about to turn 40 with the industry I love in serious jeopardy. Most of my friends have bailed from what, on days, appears to be a sinking ship.
But I choose to stay on deck, listening to the band play, "Nearer My God to Thee."
What is ahead isn't quite clear.
So if you are up for the ride, climb on board and follow me into the next chapter of my life.
Who knows, riding out the story could prove to be the adventure of a lifetime.
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