For almost 40 years, no one around this place has been able to shut me up.
And now, suddenly, I am tongue-tied. Speechless. Unable to string two words together, which is kind of important, since this is my farewell column, and in 650 words or less I’m supposed to share a lifetime of memories that began at the corner of Pitt and Ferry in September 1975, when editor Bob Pearson, against his better judgment, gave me a job and said he hoped I’d last a year. 1,930 more words