It was the day after I retired from The Enquirer and Rick Pender, an editor at CityBeat, asked me to consider being this paper’s lead columnist.
“I don’t have an opinion every week worth 750 words,” I told him. We left it at that.
Listening to BBC after Nelson Mandela
died left me sleep deprived. It was virtually nonstop from midnight to 5
a.m. on WVXU, and BBC demonstrated how a first-class news organization
covers a major story.
Fifty years after JFK was killed, I
still don’t get the popular fascination with him. And until someone convinces me that
it matters to our public policy today, I really don’t care who killed him or what
was behind those fatal shots in Dallas.