Bernie to the World: Journalism is NOT Dead!
Wednesdays are the worst, this one in particular. Three weather previews to edit, a process story on what could have been the least productive county legislature meeting (which included a…

Wednesdays are the worst, this one in particular. Three weather previews to edit, a process story on what could have been the least productive county legislature meeting (which included a…
Like I had a choice. (See previous.)
I’d met the Paul’s ex on two occasions, neither of which made me at all excited about there being a third. But Mayor Charlotte insisted. “We have to pay our…
The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
I don’t believe in horoscopes. Never have, never will. I always picture these syndicated columnists, so-called “seers,” in their basements smoking Newports, sipping highballs and stringing together storylines toward which…
Her note was succinct and direct. Mr. Rossie … My team and I are embarking on a door-to-door blitz to raise money for the statue memorializing Mick Righteous and we’d…
The closest I’d ever come to having a true scoop was in New York, during my internship. It was my day off, a Monday, I think. It was warm, much…
Bernie leaves his desk to find out.
Bernie steps back
Enter Bernie.