A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I experienced my first job interview. A small daily newspaper just outside of my hometown of Charlotte, N.C., had an opening for a general assignment reporter and on the strength of some recommendations from one of my faculty advisors and some clips from my work on the student paper, I got the call.
Arriving at the newspaper in my Sunday clothes complete with one of those '70s ties that was as wide as a lobster bib, I was ushered into the offices of the executive editor. The guy looked like he'd been brought in to play the role of newspaper editor from some movie studio's central casting office. He was 50ish, a little paunchy, ruddy faced, and he smoked a cigar.






