Oh, the things I said. What I was called. Laughter, anger, tears, heartbreak, threats received and made. The time I qualified for government cheese as a single househead and wrote about it, only to get the column spiked and a $1,000 pay raise....Journalism was fun. Not profitable, but fun.

Sometimes, when the world is bleak, you send them to old friends with broken hearts and things are quite the bit brighter.

Testing. Testing. Is this thing on?

Well, here I am. Now what?