Those wacky characters of the newsroom
By Rudy Kelly
For those of you who may not know, I was actually a working reporter prior to becoming strictly a columnist. I worked, part-time, at a weekly in Alberta for a couple of years and put in nine years, full-time, at a daily.
About six years ago, I left the newspaper business to work at the aboriginal friendship centre Iâ€™m currently employed at; mostly because I didnâ€™t think it was fair to drag my son around on assignments anymore and couldnâ€™t afford to pay a babysitter every time I went out on one. As time has passed, I have mostly lost that reporterâ€™s lust for a good story, for the chase of that crucial quote, for that perfectly timed photo . . . mostly. But, every now and then, a feeling rises inside of me, like so many Boxing Day snacks, and I know that I will never stop being a journalist completely.
Recently, I sat down with two reporter friends, one of them an editor, and we watched the Ron Howard movie, â€œThe Paper,â€[/quote]