I had some goofy summer jobs as a kid -- lugging stereo equipment, delivering repaired sportscars, waiting tables (most famous customer: Richard Simmons
). But then came the internship at the Winston-Salem Journal before my senior year of college. When I scanned this photo I took of myself back then, I discovered that my eyes were closed. Which strikes me as funny. Because sometimes when you're experiencing a "perfect summer" and the job that changes your hobby to your profession, your eyes aren't open to it till later.
The job itself was a fluke. Though many people on my college paper
