TO: The Inquirer
In my high school yearbook, I stated two goals: Owning the New York Yankees and winning a Pulitzer Prize.
This was the late 80s. And who was winning all the Pulitzers? The Philadelphia Inquirer.
The Inquirer was my first journalism job: a correspondent in the two-year program. I left to work in New Orleans, then returned to Philadelphia six years later. I thought The Inquirer would be my last journalism job.
For four years, I had the opportunity to work with people I liked and respected. I was given the chance to travel and write stories from exotic datelines like Baghdad and Brewton (Alabama). I made many friends. We managed to laugh even when things seemed dire.
So thanks, everyone, for a good run. If that Yankees thing ever works out, you’re all invited to sit in the owner?s box.
Good luck. And be careful out there.
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