“A lot of reporters find this kind of legal writing boring. Do you think that will be a problem for you?” my future boss asked. It was 1990 in Sacramento.
Tom Durkin | Columnist
It was the early 1980s. I didn’t know what I was doing, but apparently, I was doing it well enough to be hired as a reporter for the Auburn Journal back when it was still a six-day a week newspaper.
It’s not like I went to journalism school or anything.
As the new fool in school, I was expendable. They sent me to cover the city council of Colfax. The town prides itself on being “a small drinking town with a railroad problem.” Dirty, petty politics was the town sport. They didn’t like reporters.