Apparently, I’m leaving. At least that’s what I’ve been told.


Well, just to clarify, I am not.

“The news of my death has been greatly exaggerated.” – Mark Twain


Apparently, I’m leaving. At least that’s what I’ve been told.


Well, just to clarify, I am not.


My editorial last week was in observance of my fifth anniversary at the paper, which happened to be on the same day that the paper was published. Since so much has happened in a relatively short amount of time, I thought it was a proper time to reflect.


I did not make that clear in the editorial, and therefore, many assumed it was my fairwell piece — my poor editor being one of them.


Thankfully, he sounded a bit nervous when he asked if I “needed to tell him something,” instead of being glad that he might be getting rid of me. That’s always a plus.


When he asked that, though, I sort of chuckled and brushed it off.


It was when my wife read the article and nearly asked me the same thing, that I grimmaced and feared for a long week.


It was. Many people asked if I had found a job elsewhere.


So, I realized, with a pain in my gut, that it was necessary to make this clarification.


It was one of those honest and introspective pieces that I wanted to hit it out of the ballpark, but instead, this utility player stepped up to the plate with bases loaded and two outs, hits a long fly ball just short of the backstop where the outfielder catches “a can of corn.”


Drat!


So as I eat humble pie once again, rest assured you’ll be seeing my articles in the paper so long as they plan on keeping me here, or unless there’s an offer I can’t refuse.


I’ll be sure to let you, and especially my editor, my wife and my mother, know very clearly if either of those happen.