December 30th, 2008 2:12 PM
A Little Bit about the Author
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First off, thanks to everyone who reads my blog and particularly to those who take their time to write in with comments. As you can see from the comments section, I post all that come in - both positive and negative - so long as they don’t contain offensive language.
The stories going on today in America generate passion on both sides. Many of my entires on the automakers, government, taxes etc have compelled you to write in with your thoughts, both thanking me and telling me that I am an out of touch idiot. To be honest, I’m fine with both because I know these are tough times and in this business you have to have a thick skin.
Many of you have written in with your stories. It’s wonderful to hear from all parts of America. As such, I would though like to take a minute to tell you something of my history. It’s far from a tale of the “media elite.”
I was born in Gardena, California. It’s a downtown, working class section of Los Angeles. My mother left a difficult home situation in St Louis as a teenager, moving to California on her own to find a job, eventually finding work as a telephone operator for AT&T. My father joined the Navy out of high school and was in the service for the 9 years. After getting out of the Navy he stayed in California and found work at defense contractor TRW. We moved when I was 3 to a small house in Torrance, California and my father went to college at night. My mother worked for AT&T (and its subsidary, Pacific Telesis) for 30 years. My dad ended up owning a gas station in La Habra, California during the gas crunch and I enjoyed working there with him when I was a kid (for no pay, of course). Clint Eastwood came by to fill up once, which was cool. We eventually moved to San Diego county just in time to see the economy slow and the real estate market tumble.
That difficult California economy compelled us to leave California when I was a teenager and move to Virginia, where my father is from originally. It was a good move, though a forced one. As many of you may have seen in our “My Hometown” series, my parents remain in our small Virginia town to this day. Though they suffered economically over the next few years, they made it through and are doing well today. My dad is 67 years old and is at his desk every morning by 7am. He also volunteers at a Civil War battlefield memorial on many weekends. My mother is 70 and still works hard, taking classes and doing taxes for a tax preparation company from January to April. I am incredibly proud and humbled by the sacrifices they made over the years and how hard they continue to work.
My wife’s story is also one for the books. Her father died of a heart attack when she was a junior in college and her mother passed away from breast cancer when she was just 21. Though her parents were divorced and she has step-parents, she and her younger sister in many ways raised themselves. They were far too young to lose both parents. My wife today has a successful career, built in part because she moved five times to five cities in five years for her employer. She is a role model for me and everyone who knows her.
I attended public school my entire life. I am the first person in my family to go to college out of high school, and chose Virginia Tech in part because it was an inexpensive state school that we could afford. My parents did without nice cars to make sure I didn’t have to take loans. Once in New York I ended up putting myself through law school at night while trying to build a career in journalism. Through some luck, and a lot of hard work and many sleepless nights things have gone well. My parents remind me every time we talk to remember where I came from, what they went through, and to keep working hard. I take nothing for granted.
The point of this is merely to dispel some of the myths about those in my seat. Many of the stories we talk about every day - real estate bubbles, job losses, tough times - have been lived through by many of us. Perhaps I write about California more than other places because it will always be, in some ways, home. It’s sad to see it going through tough times. Wherever the fault may ultimately lie good journalists know that at the beginning and end of every story is you; the people who are living through the headlines. If we ever forget that please remind us.
Thanks again for writing in and Happy New Year.
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