I’ve written about my friend KP often here.
In tales about our golfing rounds.
In stories about my newspaper past.
When I think about my life now and then, KP plays an important part in it.
Of course my dear wife Karen knows this.
And so when she saw the image above flash on the flat screen at SMG, she snapped it and sent me a text.
Happy 35th anniversary at the workplace, my friend.
I remember your hard-working ways on the city desk when I walked in The Post-Standard door as the new assistant sports editor in August of 1983 and every day thereafter as you were promoted to handle the duties in many roles you deserved.
Here’s to you, good sir. Congratulations, and thank you for your role in thousands of stories so important to the lives of Central New Yorkers.
And I’m glad we quickly became more than ink-stained colleagues.
How long have you known your oldest friend? Do you become friends out of the office with people you meet at work? What’s the longest you’ve spent at any job?