Goodbye is never final in an ever-changing world

Sixteen years ago, I packed my stuff in my little Dodge Omni and drove from my parents' home, where I had lived my whole life, to a new town and a new life some 100 miles away. But I made it to my first day of work. I walked in, shaking like crazy and smiling too hard. The first person I met wa...

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Published inTelegram & gazette
Main Author Sandra Quadros Bowles
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Worcester, Mass GateHouse Media, Inc 01.03.2000
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Bisol, Anna
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Summary:Sixteen years ago, I packed my stuff in my little Dodge Omni and drove from my parents' home, where I had lived my whole life, to a new town and a new life some 100 miles away. But I made it to my first day of work. I walked in, shaking like crazy and smiling too hard. The first person I met was the soon-to- be-departing editor. I had to look twice. He was the same editor who had hired me for my very first newspaper post, as an intern at a weekly paper near my hometown. Seven years ago, I left my job as an editor at a weekly newspaper in Maynard (we newspaper types tend to move around a lot) to become the editor of The Montachusett T&G, a community paper I had heard raves about but didn't know very well.
ISSN:1050-4184