MY BOSS AT The Whig, Don Crim, has a birthday today. He was a great journalist and is a dogged competitor on the golf course, and one of the funniest men I've ever met. I've learned a lot from him and wish I had more time to spend on the golf course with his one-liners and insistence we, uh, stay hydrated.
Today is also the 25th anniversary of my arrival in Quincy. I had worked for seven years in Alpena, Michigan and accepted the job as sports editor at The Herald-Whig. I drove to Grand Rapids on a Friday and had dinner with my mom, then stayed with my longtime friend David Wilkins. My recollection is that we had some other friends over and a poker game broke out, and I distinctly remember getting up early the next morning and David was a little green behind the gills.
Ah, the old days, when I could drink a few beers and then get up the next morning without many issues. Long gone are those times. At least I left an impression on David. GUH.
That night I went to a party on Vermont Street for the former sports editor who was having his 40th birthday party. His name was Don Crim. I met a lot of great people and called it a night.
So happy birthday, DC. Sorry I missed our get together last Monday. I can't believe it has been 25 years in the Q-Town. I blinked, and it went by. We should both have a beverage or two to celebrate tonight - but we won't do it up like the old days, that's for sure!
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