What were you doing when you were 23?

At 23 I graduated college. Then I went downtown. To look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drug store.

Got hired by AP and moved to New York to do an AP baseball agate clerk gig. Had already done the other end of the phone line as a box score guy working with the bureau sportswriter at the MLB games in my home city.

 

At 23, I was working at my first paper - a 22k daily in Idaho.
I had just become ASE after a whopping 7 months of full-time reporting.
I was months away from getting married to the girl, who at the time, was the girl of my dreams (Oh, how things have changed).
Things were pretty simple then.
Go to work. Come home to a nice big apartment. Hang out with my college buddies. Party a lot. Have fun.

Well, I kind of do all of that now, though I could have done without the divorce. Otherwise, life is pretty fucking good right now.

 

Does three kittens equal a puppy getting thrown off a cliff by a marine?

 

so damn solid it's sick.

 

Hadn't really thought about this much, but now that I am, it was a pretty damn eventful year, 1975.
I graduated from college after 4-1/2 years, that was 3 weeks after my birthday. Five month later, went from part-time stringer to full time at the local 40,000 at something like $6 an hour, and have been overworked and underpaid ever since.
Got the first apartment that I had to pay for myself. Had a '70 Camaro (350 ci, 4 bbl.) that I wish I still had. Covered preps, JCs and hockey and loved every minute of it.
Really, this thread has been a nice break from the Singleton-induced doom and gloom that has pretty much consumed me and others around here this week. Thanks for the brief respite. Later today, San Jose is up as the bloodbath resumes.

 

Buying Lee stock by the truck load.

 

at 23, i cranking out maximization functions and using matrix algebra in the first year of an econ ph.d program, wondering if economics would ever get better. ultimately, it proved it would not.

and i was freelancing about music and entertainment while appreciating the greatest professional perk i've ever received--the chance to e-mail about twice weekly with r-dub.

 

One line into a fine country song there, lad.