So it appears I filed the last blog a little too soon.   I just discovered a Bloomberg.com report that the 136-year-old Harvard Crimson, which has turned out 12 Pulitzer Prize winners among its crop of future journalists, are “fleeing the ravaged profession.”   According to the report, just 3 of 16 of the paper’s graduating…
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We were between innings at my son’s baseball game, yesterday. When he was younger, and the kid playing catcher needed half the team to help put back on the equipment, you could basically run home, have a snack, come back and not miss a moment of action.   Now that Alec is 11, it has…
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Sometimes I feel like I am getting this unemployment thing all wrong.   For three weeks now (or is it two? Or maybe four?), I have been all charged up (aside from just a few intermittent bouts of crying and that was early on) and excited about the adventure of exploring all the new and…
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I’m not sure when I stopped being nervous and excited meeting famous athletes. I know I used to think it was pretty cool interviewing Iowa football coach Hayden Fry and basketball coach Lute Olsen while still a student reporter for the Daily Iowan. I remember being in awe of Sandy Koufax when I met him…
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Rocky Wirtz wasn’t in the room when his mother died and he didn’t need to be there when it was his father’s time. That just wasn’t him and it wasn’t Bill Wirtz either.   But it was Rocky, the eldest of Bill and Joan’s five children, who, after Bill passed away at 12:15 in the…
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