I work on weekends, trooping upstairs to the teeny McKinleyville Press office to sit at my very own desk and edit stories. Saturdays I tighten up stories for writers, and Sundays I proofread the pages after they're laid out. Sundays can be long and arduous because you just have to keep working until it's done. I've been there until midnight before. Nevertheless, it's like a vacation from my weekday life, which has an entirely different flavor.
It's my view that small-town papers like the McKinleyville Press serve a vital function in places like this. The McKinleyville chamber of commerce proclaims this "the fastest growing community on the North Coast." With all that growth, something has to hold the center steady, to keep community pride alive, to keep us thinking we live in Mayberry as long as it's possible to hold onto such delicious fantasies.
So here I am, heading out to do this important work:
Here is my office building:
Here is my charming boss, Jack:
OK, now it's time for me to get to work. Picture us both in fedoras with press passes tucked into the brims, laboring over our typewriters into the wee hours, the very picture of dedication.