What happens at a newspaper family reunion?
Plus, the lie I told Rich Oppel to get my first job at the Statesman.
I ran into another former boss on Saturday. Several former bosses, in fact.
A month ago, I was writing about my high school reunion and seeing people like Kim McCully-Mobley, a longtime teacher and editor in Aurora, who was my first boss at my first newspaper.
On Saturday, I attended another reunion, but this one of a different sort.
Former and current Statesman employees gathered at the building on South Congress to take a photo to commemorate the newspaper’s move away from this iconic space next to Lady Bird Lake.
I left the newspaper in June to start a new chapter of my career, but it still feels like a fresh loss. After 15 years walking up the stairs to that building — underneath the arrow-sharp corner that juts out into the sky, through the lobby, up the elevator to the second floor where stacks of cookbooks old and new guard the cubicle I left behind — I still feel at home there.
But I’ve also moved on.
That tension between staying and going is at the heart of all reunions.
Who has stayed in touch and who hasn’t? Whose day-to-day lives are still centered around this place? What did we learn here? What did we feel here? How do we manage the difficulties, disappointments and discomfort that come with personal and professional evolution? How do we wear our changes? How do we talk about our lives today with reverence for what was while also acknowledging that we are no longer the people we were then?