Bay Weekly Has Brought — and Meant — the World to Me
When I learned of Bay Weekly’s eminent closing I, like many of you, met the news with melancholy. This paper is like a family member to many in its readership; we take for granted that it’s always going to be there.
I know I cannot give Bay Weekly total justice, but at least I could convey how special the publication is to me.
After all, this is the very same paper where I wrote about the eventful story of my daughter’s birth and becoming a father. It is only fitting that, in this last piece, I can share that my daughter is going to become a big sister in the spring of 2020. Woah!
I’ll admit that I’d rather not pen a goodbye letter or similar-sounding epitaph; it is much easier to write of bird migration and autumn foliage, which Sandra always assigned me.
If you have ever wondered what it is like working with an editor, I must let you in on the secret of the anomaly of Sandra. She’s great, easy to work with and plays to her writers’ strengths. That is not to disparage my relationship with other editors I have had the pleasure of working with. I’ve been blessed to write for many great people. However, there is a down-to-earth quality that Sandra possesses that I find comforting and impossible to replicate. The mighty Chesapeake flows through her veins. To say I have been spoiled is an understatement.