Parting Shot: Seeking Journalism's Empty Spaces

I’ve gotten used to the sounds of a newsroom. The clicking of a dozen keyboards and the quick, clipped footsteps of writers on deadlines. But this was, necessarily, quite different.

This had beeps to go along with the click-clacks of keys, an intercom that replaced the cross-room shouts of the managing editor. My left arm was squeezed—increasingly so—but I kept on typing. I had just 50 words left to jot down, so I went right on clicking as the room around me stayed humming.

Veteran Saunders Proves Unstoppable, Indescribable

JACKSONVILLE, Fla.—The thing about really good players is that they often turn reporters into pretty poor journalists.