Late-term abortionist George Tiller was killed in a Wichita, Kans., church Sunday morning.

While it should be upsetting when a doctor is killed in church, undoubtedly many otherwise decent people will be pleased by his death.

I am upset for a few reasons. Obviously, a man was killed. Though I do not attend church, or maybe because I do not, I try to care about all people. To kill a man in front of his family, in a church, is just plain cowardly.

This leads me to an even bigger grief. Many will support the killer’s actions.

This act will kick up another round of discussion on the abortion issue, which was already in the news because of the Supreme Court’s new nominee. However, this act forces us to pick sides stretched further apart than usual. Whereas a reasonable person may claim to be pro-life, now he/she may defend a murderer. That forces the other side that much further to the left.

I was raised pro-life, but have learned a lot in my 27 years. I’ve learned that not everything is black and white. Life probably does not begin at conception. Viability is a better standard of life, and that takes place around 24 weeks. Even then, abortions can be performed under certain circumstances. That’s where Tiller came in. He was one of the most notorious abortionists because he touted his expertise on late-term abortions.

Agree with it or not, Tiller believed he was providing a service to women. He did so at great risk to his own life. His clinic had previously been burned to the ground, and he’d been shot in both arms in another incident. In other words, Tiller put himself in the line of fire to provide care and service to women no one else would help (unless they call one of the helplines popular in right-wing areas that provide misinformation to already confused future mothers).

So let the hate begin. The right wing will bring its brand of hypocrisy and illogical nonsense. The left wing, well, is not known for its hate speech. We will be stuck, surrounded by people we once respected but can no longer respect because their true colors have shown.

Editor-in-Chief

I lost my job. My friends betrayed me. And I couldn’t participate in my favorite (and only) activity.

To top it off, they keyed my just-repainted truck.

But through it all, I kept my integrity intact.

And as bad as that day was, it gave rise to one of the most fulfilling and enriching experiences of my life. Let me explain the details of how I got started out in this crazy independent college newspaperin’ business.

It started my freshman year at Barton County Community College, where I had served as editor-in-chief of Barton’s student newspaper.

The newspaper was special at Barton. We were consistently one of the top community college papers in the state and won many awards.

It was a student paper, but we aimed to be as professional as possible. In fact, in my one short year at Barton, we had conducted a successful investigation into fraud in the athletic department.

I guess we were a little too successful as investigative journalists, which led to an administrative attempt to censor our newspaper.

At the end of the year, they fired our faculty advisor for not blocking our investigation.

By the end of that year, I was disillusioned with the whole school and I just didn’t want to stay at Barton any longer.  I decided to transfer to Fort Hays State University, an hour away from my hometown of Great Bend.

First order of business was joining the school newspaper, The University Leader. I signed on as a copy editor and staff writer, earning a small salary.

Unfortunately, The University Leader was nothing like I hoped. The paper was probably at an all-time low in its 100-year history.

Sexual innuendo. Inside jokes. Obvious typographical errors. Erroneous reporting. Poor layout and design. And that was just in one issue.

From my first day on the job, it was painfully obvious – the majority of the staff just plain didn’t care what was printed, as long as they kept getting paid.

While I respected the chain of command and tried to fit in as best I could, I frequently clashed with my superiors and co-workers over just about every area of the publication.

It all came to a head when our editor-in-chief decided to write a now-infamous (at least in Hays) opinion article entitled “What is proper penis etiquette?” It was an amazingly vulgar attempt at humor that, frankly, had no place in a college publication.

I argued vehemently with the editor-in-chief against publishing the article. I even told him I thought it could get him fired as editor. It turns out I was not far off.

Over my objections, the article made it to print and boy, did it cause a backlash. Readers were appalled, and several advertisers pulled their sponsorships.

Finally, the pitiful record of the school publication got the attention of the administrators. They found a technicality for which they could demote the editor-in-chief from his position.

At last, I thought, my chance to make things better. I would apply for the top position and hopefully turn the Leader around. I was the only person on staff with experience leading a newspaper.  My chances looked good.

But things didn’t quite work out that way.

Before the student publications board had time to start screening applicants for the position, our advisor summarily named an interim editor-in-chief.

His first move as interim editor… eliminate the competition. He knew I’d be applying for the job and he wanted to cut me off. We’d disagreed in the past, but honestly, I considered him a friend.

Actually, I thought I was friends with almost everyone on staff. I was wrong.

They eventually found a trumped up reason to get rid of me. I had information I promised to keep confidential, and this interim editor wanted me to violate that trust.

When I took my dinner break during that same newspaper production night, I got a phone call from our new editor. He told me he never wanted to see me back at the paper until I told them what they wanted to know.

I told him I wouldn’t breach my integrity and that he was an idiot.  I was the most dedicated person on staff and he would regret this decision.

So, our interim editor – in his first week in the position – didn’t even have the guts to let me go in person.

Since they didn’t actually have a real reason to fire me, however, I continued getting paychecks for doing nothing for the rest of the semester, so there was some upside, I guess.

But here was the real topping on the cake.

I had to go back to the college to work on a group project for a class that same night I got “fired.”
I parked near the library, which happened to be close to the Leader office. As walked in, I passed one of my former co-workers at the Leader, who obviously noticed me.

When I returned to my truck, which had just been repainted a month earlier, someone had keyed it. Whether mere coincidence or not, it put an exclamation mark on a horrible day, so much so that I considered transferring again to another school.

A week or two later, I was at my grandparent’s house eating dinner and discussing the whole situation. Then my uncle made a suggestion: why not start your own student newspaper? No way. Not possible. It’s a crazy idea…

But then, I started looking into it. Printing costs weren’t as much as I thought. I had money saved up that the Leader was paying me for not coming to work. And I knew how to produce a newspaper from start to finish. Most of all, I was thoroughly motivated to kick the competition’s butt.

Then, it needed a name: The Edge: The voice of integrity at Fort Hays State University. Best to put the intentions of the paper right on the top of page 1.

Now all I needed was a staff. Since I didn’t have any money, they had to be volunteers.

I put up some fliers around campus and was amazed by the talented people that came forward to help out in many different areas without any financial compensation.

For the next two years, we kicked the Leader’s behind and forced them to improve in the process. They actually have a decent product now, at least last I saw.

The Edge and its staff won numerous awards from the Kansas Associated Collegiate Press, including a Bronze award for the overall publication, competing head-to-head with all the four-year, fully-funded college newspapers in the state.

It was an awesome ride. I met and worked with a lot of great people. And let’s face, it was nice to get sweet, sweet revenge.

You may wonder if I have as interesting a story to tell about starting The Underground.

Not exactly.

I had no axe to grind with The Standard. In fact, I do not even know anyone that works there.

My only interaction with them was at the beginning of the semester when I applied to be on staff at The Standard. Someone called me back and said they didn’t currently have any open positions.

Bummer.

Then I started to think… Why not try it again, for old times’ sake?

And so I put up some fliers, found some more talented, dedicated volunteers, and a new independent student newspaper was born: The Underground.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it.

You probably have some questions about the newspaper in your hand (or the website you are reading from).

Like, what is this? What’s the point? Why should I read it?

Well, I’ll try and answer those as best I can if you just give me a few moments.

First of all, this is not the sort of newspaper that you see twelve copies of in your neighbor’s yard back home or in vending machines for a handful of pocket change nobody ever has, but the kind of newspaper that’s free and isn’t about obscure people or strangers who you don’t know or care about.

This is a newspaper made by students at Missouri State for everyone who is a part of MSU. It’s about your fellow students, your teachers, school activities and other happenings that might affect your life as an MSU student.

And the twice-a-month publication is completely independent from the university, meaning it has the freedom to cover controversial topics without the conflicts of interest inherent in official student newspapers.

We are not even an official student organization and we do not receive any funding from the university.

Second, what’s the point?

I had to ask our editor about this. Zach Becker is a graduate student from Great Bend, Kans., working towards his Master’s of Business Administration degree.

He feels that there’s a need for another newspaper on campus, because it is difficult for one news organization to cover all facets of life on a large university.

“The more options people have for their news, the better it is for students,” he said.

Zach’s wife, Jenny, an MBA student from Ellsworth, Kans., is serving as the publisher of the paper, handling most of the business aspects of the publication.

She also has “the final say as wife of the editor,” she remarked half-jokingly.

Jenny shares Zach’s view of providing students more options when it comes to campus coverage.

“I want this paper to appeal to all students on campus,” she said. “I want to get at the essence of what it means to be a student at Missouri State.”

Zach’s goal is to listen to the “heartbeat of campus” and create an open forum that gives students the chance to easily contribute and participate in the MSU community.

He also wants to create a more graphically oriented format to the paper than what is seen in The Standard, with larger photos, more in depth features and more varied content.

So why should you read The Underground?

Because it’s about you!

Zach says this paper isn’t going to be just topical news coverage or a repeat of stories you’ll see in the other paper.

Instead, its focus is telling “the story within the story. What’s really happening on campus.”

And he has experience doing this.

Zach and Jenny previously started a similar independent student newspaper called The Edge at their undergraduate college, Fort Hays State University in Hays, Kans. During that time, The Edge won many awards from the Kansas Associated Collegiate Press, and Zach himself was named First Runner-Up Kansas Collegiate Journalist of the Year in 2007.
They operated that paper successfully for several years before moving on to Missouri State.

Zach sets the bar high for The Underground staff, aiming to cover all stories with “honesty, accuracy, integrity, fairness, and public service.”

By doing this, we’ll prove to students we can be a trusted voice on MSU. That way, our investigative stories and coverage of controversial subjects can be fair and accurate.

The Underground is entirely student run; written by students, communicated via email, produced on a PC in the Beckers’ apartment and printed at Nowata Printing Company in Springfield. It is distributed at the college and at local businesses.

It’s a very flexible system that allows for maximum student involvement, independent from the university.

The paper is funded entirely by advertising and is a sole proprietorship owned by Zach and Jenny.

Once you know all of this, the newspaper in your hand becomes more than just another piece of paper.

It’s an opportunity for you to be involved in your school community.

The Underground is actively seeking student volunteers.

Time commitments are entirely up to the individual student and the paper works around your schedule.

There are plans to include new and unique content, from a faith page for all students’ beliefs, to sports commentary and intramural sports coverage, as well as video and audio content available online.

If you have a story or a voice to be heard, The Underground will give you a chance to make that happen.

Editor-In-Chief

Who is John Q. Hammons?

And why is every building named after him?

As a recent transplant to Springfield (I moved here from Kansas in July), this is one of those questions that has been bugging me.

Finally, curiosity overcame me and I Googled him. Apparently, he is a Missouri State graduate and the company he founded owns and operates 71 top-notch hotels across 24 states.

Hammons Field. Hammons Tower. Hammons House. John Q. Hammons Parkway. Hammons Fountain. JQH Arena. (And the list goes on and on.)

See a theme here?

For all he shows in generosity, he (or whoever names all this stuff) equally lacks in creativity.

Jack Bauer Field. Manute Bol Tower. Gregory House. J.B. Fletcher Parkway. Brokeback Fountain. LOL Arena.

If I was rich enough to donate buildings and such, those are the kinds of names I would pick (my wife says that is one of the reasons I will never be rich). But really, Springfield would be much less confusing if every place had, you know, a unique name on it.

Although in all seriousness, I must send a shout out to John Q. Hammons and his generosity. I’ve been very impressed by all the locales I’ve seen his name on.

In fact, I can’t say there is much I haven’t been impressed with here in Springfield.

I’ve heard some of my friends complain there is just not that much to do here, but I guess they didn’t just move here from the western half of Kansas. The town of Hays, Kans., where I moved from, is a university town with a population of about 20,000.

About all the residents did there was drink (in fact, Hays has the highest alcohol consumption per person in the nation). That’s great if you are a really into that, but since neither I nor my wife are, we were left with the only alternative entertainment: Wal-Mart. We’d go there with our friends about 2 or 3 a.m. frequently. It was either that or play Rockband or Halo.

But now that we’re in Springfield, wow, there are like seven or eight Wal-Marts to choose from.

Heck, we’ve even driven over to the Nixa Wal-Mart. And we’re starting to discover all the non-Wal-Mart activities in town. Ice skating looks cool. As does go-carting and mini golf. And Branson is less than an hour away. It’s also fun going to basketball games at the fancy new JQH Arena.

This town has everything. Heck, I even saw PetSmart is opening a brand new Pet Hotel, where while you are gone your pet can watch “pet themed” television shows and sleep on a lambskin rug and even have personal playtime and training sessions.

That’s not to say it has been an easy transition to Missouri life.

Some of the people here are just plain strange. We decided to shop at Aldi discount grocery store one day. With the accents of some of these people, I swore I was lost in an episode of Beverly Hillbillies.

I was half expecting granny’s chair to be tied to the roof of a car in the parking lot. And speaking of strange usages of the roof of a car, what is it with people here tying a mattress on top of their vehicles?

I’ve probably seen 15 cars with a mattress tied up there, and then as they drive, the mattress gets caught by the wind, raises up and then proceeds to slam back down violently on the roof. Weird.

And then there is West Sunshine Street (a.k.a. Rated-R Lane). Seriously, the police need to set up a checkpoint or something to make sure everyone who goes down that street is 18 or older.

But it’s not just West Sunshine Street. I go down Battlefield and am just in shock by the names of some of these businesses. Kum and Go. Rapid Roberts. Wood You. Fast Lube.

And as I drive down Battlefield, I am equally stunned by some of the maneuvers drivers try. Illegal u-turns. Swerving in and out of traffic. Not yielding to pedestrians. Driving in the turning lane. Slamming on the brakes for yellow lights.

I guess I can forgive them on the last one. Red light cameras have to be one of the worst ideas I’ve ever seen. I’m sure they generate some money in fines for the city, but they must create a lot of rear end accidents when people slam on the brakes for yellow lights.

In Kansas, and I bet to people in a lot of states, yellow means hurry up and drive faster. Not a good combination when the person in front of you is breaking like there’s an old women with a baby stroller crossing the street.

Those accidents are sure to keep the police busy. Unfortunately, I’ve been reading that the Springfield police are going to be stretched more thin after the voters rejected a potential 1-cent sales tax bailout to fund the police and fire pension fund.

Here’s an idea: how about the police spend less time setting speed traps and more time catching criminals or, you know, just helping people in need. That protect and serve stuff. I’ve gone down the James River Freeway and seen two cop cars sitting back to back, the cops standing outside, radar guns drawn, just waiting for some poor speeder to pass. Here’s a better idea: move those red light cameras onto the James River and send tickets to speeders instead of wasting police resources. Sorry, but those dumb red light cameras drive me nuts.

But really, I have enjoyed my brief time in Springfield. And I’ve enjoyed Missouri State as well. It really is a nice place to live and go to school.

Now if they’d just come up with some unique building names.

Contributor

Quick, name your favorite pizza joint. Pizza Hut. Dominoes. Papa John’s. Wheat State Pizza?

Wheat State Pizza is a little known franchise with big plans for Springfield. Owner and Missouri State graduate student Keegan Jones was first introduced to the brand while attending Baker University in Kansas. Keegan is a native of Nixa and when he returned to Springfield to get his master’s in business administration, he brought a bit of Kansas back with him.

He worked for Wheat State Pizza in Baldwin City, Kansas, where he was introduced to the owners and became a big fan of their product. Eventually, Jones decided to transplant the brand to Missouri.

As he says, running a business and going to graduate school “can be stressful,” but he enjoys being in control and setting his own hours. Everything you learn in the MBA program immediately applies, he said, and “It keeps my eyes open”.

The storefront on 3821 S. Campbell is the company’s first location outside of the Sunflower State, and Jones has arranged an area development agreement with the Wheat State corporation. Although the store has only been here since May 2008, the potential is great, he says, and he hopes to put in three or four more stores in town. Right now they’re planning for a possible College Park location downtown, which would make the brand even more accessible to Missouri State students.

But on to the pizza.

What makes it different?

“We have seven different sauces, four different crust options, white or wheat, hand tossed or thin crust, three different cheeses and thirty different toppings”, Jones explained while slicing fresh vegetables. With that many options, anyone can find something they love. The dough is made fresh at the store; they grate their own cheese (mozzarella, provolone and cheddar), and the back room is a professional kitchen. They’re more than willing to make anything, from a Farmer pizza, loaded with bacon, sausage and beef, to a Veggie Dream pizza, with heaping loads of fresh vegetables. “Our product speaks for itself”, Jones said. Once people get a taste, he said, it will sell itself over and over.

Although they are fighting in competition with more recognizable names like Pizza Hut and Dominoes, their local recognition is building with a new commercial and a growing customer base. Wheat State Pizza’s superior product is their biggest weapon, according to Jones. Even with the slumping economy and restaurant sales down across the board in Springfield, Jones shrugs it off.

“We’re doing fine,” he said, excitedly discussing plans to attract new customers and open new locations.

For the discerning pizza consumer, Wheat State Pizza offers a great alternative to the big pizza franchises. Open from 11 to 11, with the last delivery and carryout at 10:30, you can order online and support an innovative graduate student who’s brought a great business to Springfield and the MSU students who work for him. Jones encourages students to come in and give his Wheat State Pizza a try. With all the options available, they are bound to find that perfect pizza.

“If you print this letter, I’m going to sue you personally!” Barton County Community College men’s basketball coach Dave “Soupy” Campbell screamed in my face.

After enduring several minutes of his sue-happy rant, I’d had enough. Never before and never since have I been treated in such an unprofessional and degrading manner.

I stormed out of the office (a very rare behavior for me, given my normal level-headed nature) and declared to him that the letter to the editor was being printed no matter what he said.

At the time, I was a 19-year-old college freshman at that small community college in Kansas.

I was also the new editor-in-chief of Barton’s student newspaper, The Interrobang. Oh little did I know what I was getting into when I agreed to take over as editor.

But anyway, the letter in question, which The Interrobang received from a disgruntled former Barton basketball player by the name of Michel Diboty (who was, in his opinion, unjustly thrown off the team) leveled many attacks and accusations against the coach.

Some of the accusations we were able to confirm (such as a player being arrested and it going unreported), some accusations were attacks on Campbell’s personal character, while other accusations, while factual in nature, we had no way to confirm at the time.

One of those unconfirmed accusations stated that Campbell signed off on papers for a federal work study program when he knew no work had actually been completed by his players. Basically, the players were getting federal money for work they didn’t do.

To tell the truth, at the time I did not really understand how serious that accusation was. Well, now I know why Campbell was so mad.

Case in point: by the time all was said and done, seven former coaches, including Campbell, as well as the former athletic director at Barton were indicted by federal grand juries. The main charge against them: fraudulent use of a federal work-study program. If you’ve ever seen the movie All the President’s Men, there is a famous quote by Deepthroat as he gives Bob Woodward clues to solve the Watergate scandal.

“Follow the money.”

It fits very well in this case as well.

Jayhawk Athletic Conference rules didn’t allow teams to give out full-ride scholarships. Therefore, Barton used federal money (fraudulently) as a substitute for a full-ride scholarship in order to recruit highly-talented players. You see, lot of money flows into the college from rich donors in the athletic booster club, and they pay to see an entertaining, winning team on the floor, at any cost.

In addition to defrauding the federal work study program, many of the coaches used their positions to help athletes receive credit for college courses they hadn’t actually completed.

In short, Barton cheated the rules to keep a highly talented team on the floor.

It worked, too, as they were consistently one of the best junior college teams in the nation.

Of course, once the indictments started coming down, it all blew up in their faces.

A wave of negative publicity built up so strong that Barton even ended up the topic of a major article in Sports Illustrated, appearing as the poster-school of corrupt junior college athletic programs. Besides the indictments and negative publicity, the Jayhawk Conference eventually put all of Barton’s athletic programs on probation from post-season play.

But Diboty’s letter to the paper didn’t directly cause all this uproar.

After reviewing the letter, I decided not to include Diboty’s accusation that Campbell signed off on fraudulent work-study papers, simply because this fact could not be confirmed.

The indictments actually came about as the result of an internal investigation conducted by Barton’s administration, who, after seeing the seriousness of the matter, brought in the feds.

The Interrobang had caught wind of this investigation some time before I took over as editor and had been reporting on it, much to the dislike of the athletic department and the board of trustees (the elected decision-makers of the college), who, unlike the individuals spearheading the investigation in the administration, evidently thought it best to sweep things under the rug rather than fix the problems.

Anyway, when the trustees found out we had Diboty’s letter (and already angry with our previous coverage of the investigation) they shortsightedly decided that the best way to protect their image was to silence the student press on campus.

They couldn’t stop the outside press from covering the scandal, they must have figured, but they could do something about the criticism coming from the college’s own student publication.

Most of the time, when people try to censor the press, they do so discretely. But in a prime example of their arrogance, they put their censorship order in writing.

“The administration has decided that no letters to the editor will be published which are by and large personal attacks against other members of the Barton County Community College family,” Barton’s attorney wrote, informing us the college was responsible for the paper, and that they held authority over editorial decisions, even if we disagreed. It seems they forgot about this little thing called the First Amendment.

You know, the part in the Constitution that declares that the government can’t, among other things, abridge freedom of speech or of the press.

The attorney’s letter, which was actually addressed to our faculty adviser, Jennifer Schartz, arrived on the morning the Diboty letter went to press. It seemed almost ludicrous. Surely it must have been a mistake, we thought. Schartz wrote a letter back, telling them that they were asking her to break the law and she would not do that.

A short time later, I ran into Barton President Veldon Law between classes and he informed me that I had handled Diboty’s letter to the editor very well. He said the administration was pleased with how I edited the letter (eliminating the work-study fraud allegations).

Disaster averted, so I thought. Perhaps the knee-jerk censorship letter was just a fluke after all.

But, apparently, the board of trustees couldn’t leave well-enough alone.

In a move of utterly-brilliant stupidity, they decided at the end of the year not to renew Schartz’s teaching contract. Because she was not a tenured employee, they weren’t required by law, nor saw it fit, to give a reason for her non-renewal. But to anyone with half a brain, it was beyond obvious. And if a person still wasn’t sure of the reason, all one had to do was re-read the letter Barton’s attorney sent her.

You see, the main hurdle the trustees faced in firing Schartz was that she was doing an excellent job in her role as a part-time journalism instructor and newspaper adviser. All of her teaching evaluations were flawless. All of her superiors recommended she be renewed. Even Barton President Law recommended her renewal (although we didn’t find this out until later).

She had turned Barton’s journalism program around in a matter of only three years.

When she was hired, the Interrobang was nothing more than an amateurish paper literally printed on a copy machine. By the time she was fired, the Interrobang had won the title of best-in-the-state by the Kansas Associated Collegiate Press twice, and second-best once. Enrollment in journalism increased dramatically. Advertising revenue for the paper was also on the upswing.

While the decision-making power for the paper was in the hands of the student editors, Schartz worked hand-in-hand with the staff, teaching them what she had learned in her 20-plus years of journalism experience, helping them expand and grow according to their individual talents.

After her termination from the college, I decided it would be prudent of me to leave Barton a year earlier than I had planned and transfer to Fort Hays State University. I didn’t want to be a journalism major at a college that didn’t support the First Amendment. A couple years ago, Schartz’s lawsuit against Barton was finally settled after a legal battle lasting over two years.

While the case made quite a few headlines and increased people’s awareness of collegiate press freedom, I was hoping it would also set a legal precedent, helping to further protect the First Amendment rights of future collegiate journalists.

Unfortunately, by settling out of court, there would be no legal precedent.

Nor did the settlement get Schartz her job back. However, the whole thing did cost Barton, to the amount of $130,000 — which should serve as some deterrent to other colleges who might consider trashing their college’s newspaper adviser haphazardly.

I learned a lot from this censorship battle and it really shaped me as a journalist.

For one, I now have a much greater appreciation of the importance and also the fragility of the First Amendment.

I’ve learned that some people, while they might outwardly say that they support the First Amendment, won’t hesitate to try and deny that right to others if it suits their agenda. You have to take a stand to protect those rights. You must shine the bright lights of public scrutiny at them, forcing the rats to scurry back into the darkness.

I’ve also learned that with great freedom comes great responsibility. The press has the power to make or destroy a person’s reputation. And, as history has shown, it is much easier to destroy than to create. So you have to be very careful in what you do and do not publish. On the other hand, you also can’t be afraid to deal with sensitive topics.

Honesty.

Accuracy.

Integrity.

Fairness.

Public Service.

I learned those ideal journalistic principles by heart during my time at Barton. Those principles also can be found in the masthead of this publication. In fact, I can say almost assuredly that The Underground would not exist without the experiences I gained at Barton.

When our editor-in-chief, Jeremy Clawson, was deployed to Afghanistan midway through my freshman year of college, Schartz selected me as editor-in-chief.

I didn’t have much experience, and am not the most charismatic person, either, but she had faith in me and saw something in me I did not. And I’m thankful she allowed me the opportunity to grow as a person in that role. I would not have had the basic know-how, nor the intestinal fortitude, to start this independent publication without my journalistic “baptism by fire” at Barton.

Was my time as editor at Barton the most pleasant experience ever? Certainly not.

But I learned a lot about myself and life in general, most importantly that sometimes you have to stand up for what you think is right, no matter what other people think or say.

Why am I telling you all this?

I guess it just feels good to put it in writing, for the world to see. Maybe it will give you a better idea where I’m coming from as you read my work and this paper.

Oh, and as far as Coach Campbell’s threat of a lawsuit against me, well, I’m still waiting on that one.