Hey, folks. Here it is, the last thing I’ll file to the Hartford Courant. I wanted to say a fast thank you to everybody. I loved working with you guys. I have no regrets about making the Courant my home for the last seven years. And even if this ends up being the end of my journalism career, it was a ride well worth taking.
Without the Courant and the other papers I worked for, my collection of life experiences — the good and the bad — would have been considerably lighter. Because of it, I know the taste of chai and goat meat beside the Euphrates River and of raw whale blubber fresh from a tribal whale hunt. I saw the new president’s face from the fifth row as he took his oath of office, and I’ve seen the insides of the worst prisons, where the most frightening are stored. I know the sound of mortar shells and roadside bombs detonating 30 feet away, of the halls of the Capitol late at night when almost everybody has gone home, of the croaking frogs in the hurricane floods of Florida. And I’ve certainly felt the comaraderie of the newsroom — something no corporation can take away.
Well, I know it’s disconcerting for the living to commune too much with those from the beyond, so I’ll just say, get back to work. There are a lot of readers out there still counting on you, including this one.
Take care. I’m pulling for you guys,
Jesse
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