Forgetting the kippah or crucifix (and the second why)

All-nighters and Domino’s Pizza at the student newspaper. X-acto knives and 2-point tape. The smell of chemicals processing the film. The five Ws and the H. Good times, folks. Good times. What journalists among us can forget our introductory class, whatever it was creatively named by the institution of our choice? One of the first [Read More...]


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