It hardly seems like 60 years since my love affair started with the Miami Herald.
I call my association with the Herald a love affair because that’s what it has been all these years. I have never regretted walking in those great, big glass doors of the lobby of what I thought was the most beautiful building in downtown Miami. I have always considered myself blessed for the opportunity to be employed at 1 Herald Plaza.
It was on the first Monday of January in 1966 that I first stepped into the lobby of the Miami Herald as one of its employees. I wore a light green pencil skirt and a white, long-sleeved dotted Swiss blouse (I still have the skirt. I don‘t know what happened to the blouse – probably wore it out), and black pumps that I had polished until I could see my reflection on them…