I like to think my journalism career started in January 1960 when I was 11 years old.
On one of the first days back from Christmas break, my sixth-grade teacher outlined what we would be doing for the rest of the school year. That’s when she announced that, as an end-of-year project, everybody had to write a two-page research paper.
That wasn’t a surprise to me, but hearing those words straight from her mouth sent shivers down my spine. Who could be expected to gather enough information to write two pages about anything? I decided the answer was to start early, so I began in February.
It didn’t take long for me to realize something: Finding out where to get information, how to follow the facts from one to the other, seeing how they branched out and then came back to connect into a coherent story wasn’t a nightmare. It was fun.