September 21, 1996. Twenty-five years. It simultaneously feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago. I was lounging around the house on a Saturday night, having relinquished my job as sports editor of The Quincy Herald-Whig three weeks earlier to assume a new role as the newspaper’s news editor. It was a promotion that meant having nights and weekends off for the first time in nearly 20 years, counting my time as a sportswriter for the Columbia Missourian at Mizzou. So I was hanging out with my kids instead of sitting in a stadium press box somewhere preparing to write about…
Published September 21, 2021