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I was in my freshman astronomy class at UT when I found out. At the time, my father was the assistant news editor and Page 1 designer at the paper where I've worked for almost 16 years (he retired about 10 years ago -- yay for nepotism). We were an afternoon paper then, and one of my first thoughts was that Dad would be working overtime. It happened just after he'd sent the A1 dummy up the pneumatic tube to the composing room. (Things certainly have changed. I miss the sound of that tube.) I was a journalism major, and he brought home a proof of the new front page for me.
It was the first time I realized that if you want to work in a newsroom, you have to be able to put your emotions in a little box when a tragedy like that occurs, and just get on with the job. You can think about the ramifications later. And if you can't do that, you need to find another line of work.
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