“Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then.”
The opening lyrics of the song Roy Rogers and Dale Evans used to sing at the conclusion of the TV show they starred in for many years when I was growing up, seemed like an appropriate way for me to begin this column.
By the time you read this, I will have concluded my last day at The Argus and started a new chapter of my life at Miken Sports.
I’ll still be making the daily commute on good old Highway 44 that I have come to know so well over the past six-plus years I’ve been working in Houston County. I’ll just be making that right turn into town about a quarter mile sooner.
Someone told me once you have ink in your veins, you’ll never get rid of it. I’d have to agree with that saying.
I’ve been in and out of the newspaper business since I was old enough to push a broom, fold newspapers and put the wooden headline type in the proper type chases. (Most of you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about when it comes to wooden type. But that’s okay).
You see, I’m a third generation newspaper person. My grandfather was the publisher of the newspaper at Aitkin nearly 100 years ago. My father was in the newspaper business in central Minnesota where he was owner/publisher of about a dozen different weeklies for close to 60 years. He still writes a weekly column for the weekly in Glencoe at 87 years young.
All through high school and college I wrote sports stories and took photos. Although I had aspirations of being a high school band instructor, I switched majors after my sophomore year of college and earned a mass communications degree instead.
Since that time I’ve worked as a reporter, photographer, news editor, managing editor and owner/publisher at 13 different weekly newspapers and a magazine over the past 35 years.
Twice I walked away from “the business,” once for two years and once for nine years. But I always returned.
I really don’t see that happening this time. I think there’s a burnout point in just about every vocation, no matter how much you love it.
Sometimes a change in venue can be very beneficial. Serving as their “Marketing Specialist” at Miken Sports will be a change for me. It will pose new challenges, but I will be able to continue using the writing, photography and creative skills I must have inherited from my grandfather and father.
I used to watch the awards shows, mainly the Oscars, years ago. I think I quit watching them because I tired of the winners getting up in front of the cameras and spending copious amounts of time thanking everyone who might have had something to do with them winning the award.
So I won’t do that with this column. I just want to thank everyone who in any way made my five-plus year tenure at The Caledonia Argus a little easier. There are many rigors one must endure when working at a community newspaper, no matter what the position. And there are also many rewards.
So as Bob Hope sang, thanks for the memories!