How I got my first bike
A woman with a strong voice answered the phone.
“Mr. Robinson?”
“Yes," I replied.
“I’ve called to praise, not to complain. So don’t worry.”
“OK.”
“It took almost three years to get used to the last editor of the Herald and I never really did agree with everything he said.”
She began a narrative about her personal life that stretched back for more than the 58 years she has been a subscriber to the paper. She has been (and still is) a community activist. Everybody in the office knows her name because she has given all of them advice.
After a minutes long review of her life and a capsule lesson in philosophy, she uttered the reason for her call:
“I want to know who you are and what your experience is.”
I promised her I would put something in the paper about it.
I used to work at the Herald, in 1970, as a reporter in the early 1970s. I had just returned from three years in the Army and was going to school, starting a family and working part-time.
