As a kid I remember sprawling The Salt Lake Tribune on my parents’ floor, back when the pages were a lot bigger and I was a lot smaller, and crawling across it — the comics, the sports, the news — until my elbows were black with newsprint.
My parents had an old typewriter where I’d write stories about my Little League games or Atari games I played — breaking news for sure. I’d draw cartoons in my own homemade newspaper. My goal was to take Pat Bagley’s job, and in eighth grade I won Bagley’s editorial cartoon contest and got to tour The Tribune newsroom. It was a nerdy thrill.
For a while I thought I had newsprint in my veins, but my doctor assured me that, if true, it would be fatal.
I remember in college, I was news editor at The Daily Utah Chronicle when my boss, Marco,