My husband Phil gave me this card Friday, my last day of my 40 year career as a news broadcaster. It seems perfect to me for so many reasons, including the fact that it reminds me of the beginning, the radio job I worked at writing scripts on a black Royal typewriter just like this with gold on the keys.
And when I was that 18 year old starting out, I’m sure I dreamed of cars and a big house and clothes . I’m the daughter of a social worker and a secretary. I grew up in an extremely modest household. My parents could not afford to send me to college, but somehow they did.