The 42-year editor in chief of this magazine says goodbye.
Back at Kenwood High in Baltimore, they let me do two things on the school newspaper: write a class-clown column and be the sports editor. Hog heaven.
Circumstances too arcane to mention took me in another vocational direction after college, as I worked in social services for 20 years.
Toward the end of the 1970s, based on childhood summers spent in Radford with grandparents and the occasional trip up to “the big city,” I chose Roanoke as a new place to live. I knew no one and had no job…