Newsrooms: May they never die

The place where eccentricity, professionalism co-exist

The night before I left for journalism graduate school in Washington, DC, my brother called to wish me well. But Seamus, seven years older than me, also had an important message that he stressed during our conversation: Do what you love. 

Seamus had been working as a county employee and didn’t like it much, but the salary was decent at a time of double-d…