My grandfather and father both worked for newspapers in Texas. My dad once told me he’d cut his throat if I ever became a journalist. And after I told him I planned to do just that, he sliced his neck, but he was shaving at the time (ba-dum-dum, cshh). Turns out, neither of them were what I would consider journalists. My grandfather worked in public relations and my father in advertising.
My “Grandpop” started as a legitimate journalist. He was on the scene in 1947 reporting on a story that at the time was considered the deadliest industrial accident in history (the worst accident remains the Union Carbide catastrophe when in 1984 its pesticide plant in Bhopal, India discharged about 40 tons of deadly gas ...
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