Some of my faithful readers who have become accustomed to perusing a half dozen or so new photographs each day may be shocked to find out the Curmudgeonly Professor Blog has turned into a journalistic and commentating masterpiece. Lest you might think I have no credentials in journalism, let me elucidate. When I was ten years old, I hand printed a two page newspaper and circulated it to my family. When I was a junior in high school, I was editor of the school paper, circulation about 300. One of my most important pieces was an editorial suggesting we turn the study hall into a pool hall since Funk's Pool Hall was several blocks away. This was done on April Fool's Day, so I was not chastised, but I still think it would have done much to improve the quality of life at Powell High School.
When I was a senior in high school, I was editor of the school annual. We had a faculty sponsor who was supposed to oversee us and pay attention to what we were doing but the only time we saw her was when we finished the annual and turned it over to the printer. At the age of 16, I went to Casper and negotiated the publishing contract. Since we were over budget, I asked the principal if we could have a senior work day so we could raise the money needed, and he agreed, so I spent a day hacking weeds at the transmission tower of KPOW, the local radio station.
After I graduated, I got a job for four months with the Park County Sentinel, a twice-weekly free paper, with an energetic editor. One of my jobs, having just turned 17, was to sell advertising. I remember going up one side of Powell WY's main street, with the urbane editor of the Powell Tribune on my tail, making sarcastic remarks about what I was doing. I did draw up a number of creative ads which Powell merchants, many of whom I had known from school, accepted. Then I left for the University of Wyoming and the Park County Sentinel folded. But it was the most fun job I ever had.
There is nothing I would have liked better than to have had time for working on the college paper, but my 40 hour per week schedule of doing janitor work didn't allow even time to sleep and go to class. But my sophomore year, I abruptly changed my major to journalism and sat through several classes. Unfortunately, the Korean War was in full bloom, I was working 40 hours per week, not knowing when I would be drafted, and I just quit going to class. Thus ended my college career in journalism.
Thus ended my journalism training, but not my writing career. During my decades as an economist, I wrote thousands of pages of boring, irrelevant, and scarcely-read research monographs. I only wished that I could have been writing history books or scandal articles for the National Enquirer. But I had five kids and my wife sort of expected me to at least make enough money to buy corn flakes.
Which brings me up to the present day. I should properly call myself a journalist-commentator. Journalists report the facts, so to speak, as they interpret them, free of bias, prejudice, and objective accuracy. Some commentators spew forth bias, prejudice, bile, and sheer nonsense since many commentators consider themselve entertainers as they rack up millions of dollars. So far, I haven't made any money and am not likely to do so. However, my role in this blog has devolved into commentating on the news. I may try doing so for two or three more times before I give up and go back to just posting photos.
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