Here’s a photo I prepared earlier, when I thought I was leaving my employment at the Herald and Weekly Times in October, 2019. Not so back then.
But now, here we are, my last shift behind me, at least for the foreseeable.
This would have marked my 32nd year in newspaper journalism. How the industry has changed since I first walked through the door of the Maryborough Chronicle as a fourth-year cadet journalist, my first job after leaving uni.
Am I leaving it or did it leave me?
There’s more that could be said, but … nah. Tonight, I’m out of words, in print or otherwise. A big dip of the hat, though, to those erstwhile colleagues who made the journey what it was. Good journos, good photographers, good artists. Good people. Great people. Colleagues and friends.
Unlike some of them – many of them – I’ve been able to leave on my own terms.
Anyway, looks like I’m out of the newspaper game. I know, never say never … I’m looking forward to having my nights and my weekends back, but man, I’m gonna miss the team.
Without the Chronicle we might never have met. And plYed squash. Time to write another chapter, my friend. Another fine chapter.
Great that you got to leave on your own terms. Will keenly follow your continuing adventures.
Good luck moving forward mate . You did well hanging on that long . Impressive. Dave
Cheers, Dave! Great seeing your pix online, mate.
Great to be in touch, Louise!
Too right, Rocky. Those were the days!
Another book must be just around the corner, lurking in those little grey cells!
Thanks, Rhonda. Grey cells need a nap, then we’ll see what they dream up 🙂