Well, this should be interesting. I’m going to a small reunion of people who worked at the paper where I got my first job out of college.
It was a twice-a-week paper in Attica, Ind., where I covered everything from drainage board meetings to a murder trial. I shot and developed photos too. In a darkroom.
You walked up the steps and across the flat roof to get to my first post-college apartment in Attica, Ind. Fun to see the building is still there (but apparently not the one that was next door).
Things have certainly changed. I was thinking about that job the other day — I drove all over two counties, a lot of times at night, by myself, without a cell phone. I didn’t even have a phone in my apartment. The only people I really ever called were my parents and my boyfriend, and I’d just use the phone at the office to call them collect or wait for them to call me. But what happens when your grandma dies? Your mom sends the local police to your door in the middle of the night to tell you to call home.
I can’t imagine being without a phone now. In fact, I’m writing this blog post on my phone. At that job, we wrote on bulky terminals that had tiny screens and spit out yellow punched paper strips that you then fed into another machine to set the type.
And there was even a waxer, because they actually pasted the type onto the page. Wow.
But anyway, it should be interesting to see everyone!
