The thoughts of a journalist/libertarian–conservative/Christian husband, father, Eagle Scout and aficionado of obscure rock music. Thoughts herein are only the author’s and not necessarily the opinions of his family, friends, neighbors, church members or past, present or future employers.
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I seem to be writing a lot of tributes to the “old guys” these days.
Last November, it was the first newspaper publisher to ever hire me.
Earlier this month, it was my friend Frank Bush.
This week, it’s Dick Brockman, the 31-year publisher of The Platteville Journal. Who, as a good newspaperman would, died in time to get in this week’s newspaper. (Media types appreciate that kind of irony and black humor.)
[…] recognition was nice. Not so nice was finding out that I’m getting older, because the first publisher to hire me and a former competitor both died in the past year. My friend and former broadcast partner also joined Harry and Skip Caray […]
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