Two years in, I've learned plenty
Two years in, I’ve learned plenty
Two years ago this week, I said goodbye to co-workers I’d spent 18 years with, Erin left the only place she’d ever called home and together we moved all our stuff to a townhome on Log Hill — all without telling anyone exactly why.
It turns out signing a non-disclosure agreement will make you do strange things, like trying to keep a secret in a small town. (Spoiler: It doesn’t really work.)
But that’s the bizarro world of buying a 143-year-old newspaper.
It’s been a wild ride already. A ...