No, not another active shooter! No, not in that newsroom!

The red-lined bulletin popped up on my work monitor. Another active shooter in our midst. Horrifying. My eyes went to sketchy The Washington Post details. I refuse to let these occurrences escape my attention no matter their increasing frequency. How very horrifying. Shots fired at newspaper in Annapolis, Md. They all hurt, yes. Every time…

Back with ink on my hands

I’ve got a regular column in the newspaper again, thanks to my job with the Liverpool Public Library. Every week, the weekly that serves the Village of Liverpool publishes my piece that informs folks about what’s up within our four walls. Or, sometimes, what our reach is outside those walls, too. For this guy who…

A Facebook tag takes me back to a newspaper office in 1979

I recognized the face immediately when it popped up on my Facebook page, a mom smiling between her two daughters. We’ve been friends on social media for … well, since the advent of people telling journalists that social media just might be a good way to prop up the work life. Oh, say, a decade…

Another talented journalist waves goodbye

A man who worked more than 30 years in a Syracuse newsroom wore a Hawaiian shirt proudly, worked the barroom like he owned it, shook hands, told stories, hugged people, told more stories, hugged more people, confidently gave a speech, choked up just a bit, listened to a little whisper in his ear, and thanked…