EDITORíS DESK: Ferdinand the Bull and the holy grail
There is a perception - probably true in most cases - that people who write for newspapers do it for the thrill of finding the Big Scoop. Heck, we even get trained that
way. Twenty-odd years ago, when I was the city reporter for the Gazette, my standing instructions from the city editor were to "get Bob Isaac recalled." (I failed, by
the way, as those of you who follow city politics might have noticed; he actually became known to many over time as simply "Mayor Bob.") But to continue: Even in
these here modern days, such is the case. First-time journalism students at Coronado High are routinely shown the movie, "All the Presidents' Men." In case that
doesn't ring a bell, it's the late-1970s movie that dramatizes the reporting of the Watergate scandal that brought down Richard Nixon's presidency. With the "deep
throat" source and all the hardball politics, that bit of history is greatly revered by aspiring journalists, who, if forced into confessions, would probably divulge that yes,
they would like a Watergate scandal of their very own, not just to become rich and famous but to achieve some kind of holy grail within the world of publishing.
Which brings me to the current issue of this newspaper, which I must confess I did not totally enjoy. The reason? I delved into the differences that are dividing the Old Colorado City commercial scene. That meant having to write things that, despite my efforts to be accurate, fair and unbiased, might hurt individuals I respect. I guess I'm just the Ferdinand the Bull of my trade - where other journalists want to charge into the ring and tear things up, I'd rather smell the flowers. Still, all that being said, there are undeniable times when light must be shed and the nature of my job requires I be the battery. But I'll leave the holy grail to Galahad.