I went out tonight for the first time since my back pain started to disrupt my routine a couple of weeks ago. It was nice to get out of my pad, into the sunshine and fair weather.
I sat with a budding journalism student on the patio of a nearby bar--conveniently about as far from home as I'm able to walk these days.
I learned the kid is going through a divorce, poor guy.
Making small talk, I mentioned to him that I was once a journalism student at Oregon, and he wanted to hear my memories of that experience.
I told him about the time John Kenneth Galbraith lectured in my class and everybody subsequently greeted him. A highlight for me, right?
The kid had never heard of JKG, which sparked my curiosity. I ticked off the names of a dozen other writers that I imagined a modern student of journalism might know.
He didn't know them.
He was enamored with the New York Times however, so I went there. He knew David Brooks. But Maureen Dowd drew a blank.
Before hobbling home, I told the kid to forget journalism and read history.
I should demand payment for such wisdom.
TS
I sat with a budding journalism student on the patio of a nearby bar--conveniently about as far from home as I'm able to walk these days.
I learned the kid is going through a divorce, poor guy.
Making small talk, I mentioned to him that I was once a journalism student at Oregon, and he wanted to hear my memories of that experience.
I told him about the time John Kenneth Galbraith lectured in my class and everybody subsequently greeted him. A highlight for me, right?
The kid had never heard of JKG, which sparked my curiosity. I ticked off the names of a dozen other writers that I imagined a modern student of journalism might know.
He didn't know them.
He was enamored with the New York Times however, so I went there. He knew David Brooks. But Maureen Dowd drew a blank.
Before hobbling home, I told the kid to forget journalism and read history.
I should demand payment for such wisdom.
TS
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