Time is an elastic thing. When you’re young, it stretches on forever; it seems the way things are now are the way they always have been – and always will be.
As you grow up, you learn that time’s elasticity seems to shrink and tighten (much like skin, but that is another column). As you mature, it speeds up so much that your head starts to spin as you try to keep pace with all the changes and incoming data you have to process.
That’s the point I am at now.
By the time you read this, I will be ensconced in a new office, about 15 short highway minutes away, as acting managing editor at Hamilton Community News. In my chair at 30 Main St. will be Catherine O’Hara, whom many of you know from her role as reporter for the past six years. She will be ably assisted in my absence by Dianne Cornish and newcomer to the Review team, Kathy Yanchus, who has worked in several Metroland newsrooms (most lately the Burlington Post and the Milton Canadian Champion).
As regular readers of this column know, I live in Waterdown and love working in Flamborough so this change – even though hopefully temporary – was not an easy one to make. In fact, the decision to help out here while the real HCN editor, Rod Jerred, battles a particularly nasty form of melanoma was nearly undone when it came time to box up some 12 years worth of working life miscellany to make enough room for Catherine to settle in.
Over a couple of days last week, I took a (rather rushed) walk down memory lane as I unearthed letters, thank-you notes, photos (the kind you can hold in your hand), floppy disks (remember those?), theatre programs and mementoes from events dating back to 2001. I am certain I will never need to refer to my notes on a BIA meeting in 2002…but I’m not ready to part with them quite yet, either. I also found the fish bowl and net for my deceased office pet, Sparkles, invitations, awards certificates and, oddly, a pair of socks.
No, I am not a pack rat; before now there was just never any reason to part with anything…so I kept everything. And I’m glad I did, because each item I touched took me right back to where – and who – I was when I covered it for the Review.
More telling, the exercise told me who I am now, and what I have to do. I have the background, the knowledge and the skill to help out a newsroom – bigger, but not so very different from the Review’s – at a time when they need it. It also reminded me that although I may be away for now, time has a way of ensuring we all come home again.
See you soon.