Slim Smith
Oh yeah, you probably don’t remember the point that I was trying to make when I last wrote for The Commercial Dispatch.
That’s understandable. It was 30 years ago, after all.
This week I am returning to The Dispatch where I will cover the city of Starkville and its neighboring communities.
My association with The Dispatch began in 1980 where I spent the falls covering high school football while studying (I am using the broadest possible term here) at Mississippi State.
I left MSU a semester into my junior year at State (January of 1982) to work full-time at The Dispatch. Allegra Brigham was the managing editor. Dan Davis was news editor. Kyle Steward was city editor. David Putnam was sports editor. Winston Thompson was a photographer and tennis partner.
That stay at The Dispatch was brief – I left in August of 1982 for job at the Biloxi Sun Herald, where I stayed 14 years, becoming sports editor in 1990. In 1996, I left Mississippi for northern California for jobs in Santa Rosa and soon thereafter, the San Francisco Examiner.
I left San Francisco in 1998 to become sports editor at the East Valley Tribune in suburban Phoenix, where I stayed until 2007, the last two years as the paper’s Metro Columnist, an abrupt change of direction after spending 25 years of watching people kick, catch, hit, throw, drop and bounce various sorts of objects, mostly balls of various sorts.
I knew it was time to get out of sports journalism when I began to find the people in the stands infinitely more interesting than the people on the field. Plus, I wouldn’t have to interview naked people anymore. My goal is to never have to interview a naked person again. So if you drop by looking for news coverage, please, put some clothes on first.
In January of 2011, I returned to Starkville and MSU to finish that degree I didn’t think I needed 30 years ago. I graduate in a few days, which means it took me 35 years to get a B.A. I do not intend to get a Masters or PhD, pretty much on the theory that I am not likely to live that long, given my, ahem, “deliberate” approach to academics.
My return to The Dispatch reminds me of something British newspaper essayist G.K. Chesterton wrote more than 100 years ago. There are two ways to get home, Chesterton mused. One way is to leave home and travel all the way around the world until you arrive back to where you began. The other way is to never leave home to start with.
My journey has been more of the former than the latter, obviously, and while it wasn’t the most practical method of reaching “home,” I feel as though I am better for the journey.
Read complete article at the Columbus Dispatch.







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