That means a six-inch story on the Mesa High B football team earned me the staggering sum of 90 cents. It probably took me three hours to cover the game and write the story, so I was raking in 30 cents an hour. I soon realized that my little brother was making 10 times that much delivering the thrice-weekly publication on his paper route.
But I loved the excitement of the newsroom.
During the summer months I covered recreation department softball. Because I was 15, my mom chauffeured me to games and picked me up when they were over. Late in the evening she drove me to the Daily Pilot (then called the Globe-Herald) office on Bay Street and Thurin Avenue, and sat in the car in the parking lot as I wrote my story.
I was an avid newspaper reader in the Army and as a college student. Throughout my career my wife, Hedy, and I subscribed to at least one daily newspaper, and sometimes as many as three.
Now that I'm retired, I read two newspapers — from the first section through the last — with my morning coffee. It's my wicked pleasure. I know I can get my news off the Internet and television, but there's nothing quite like holding freshly inked newsprint between my grimy paws.
Hedy, like me, is also a newspaper junkie.
But we have three married daughters who are in their 30s. They're highly educated, but not one of them subscribes to a daily newspaper. How can that be? Any news they choose to avail themselves of comes from other sources. Their busy lives are focused elsewhere — on their kids and careers.
Hedy and I attended a church service the other evening. There must have been 700 people there — mostly skewing to a much younger demographic than me, though I wasn't the only graybeard in the crowd.
The pastor reported that Orange County's daily newspaper of record had run a story that morning about the church.