It just keeps creeping closer, like one of those offshore fog banks I can see from my upstairs window. Another birthday on the horizon this week. It’s not a milestone birthday, unless you believe in the American Dream. A dream that, for some, translates into retirement at 62.
I don’t have time to think about that now. There’s a job to be done, projects to complete, ideas that have not yet evolved into projects — but they will. And as if all that was not enough to keep me busy, it’s an election year. A wise mentor, a third generation newspaper owner whom I worked for years ago, explained that the greatest responsibility of a community newspaper is to make sure voters are informed.