A Little Valentine

Birthday gratitude for Buck, Johnnie Lou, and the gift of story

You know, this morning’s dispatch was so grim that I felt guilty about it. There’s a part of me that wants to document the extraordinary times in which we live, especially the signs of our self-immolation. I became a journalist in part because I am attracted to news like flies to cow patties. I have this innate gift, or perhaps defect, in being able to …