It's little solace, yes. But at least it's something.
On another note, it was two years ago today that I started at the Tucson Weekly. I came here from our sister paper in Las Vegas, and I didn't know a soul here. I also knew little about Tucson, which put me at a serious disadvantage as an editor.
Well, I survived, and so has the Weekly. I know a lot of people now, and I've learned a decent amount about the city (though nowhere near as much as I'd like to know).
I'm grateful for all the help I got in those early days. I'd especially like to thank three people who were with me on day one, and who remain with me: Irene Messina, Jim Nintzel and Chris Limberis. They were amazingly patient in helping me to get to know the town and the newspaper back then; heck, they still are.
Thanks also to Tom Lee, Joann Hardy Carranza, Beth Brouillette, Jill A'Hearn, Marcy Bishop, Josie Lindstrom and Scott Lindstrom, for showing me the ropes.
It's been a fun two years--such fun, that even Bush's inauguration can't ruin this date of Jan. 20 for me. Here's to the future.
