So, there I was. Surrounded by members of the Swedish bikini team and counting enormous stacks of $100 bills, when the phone in my shoe went off and I knew immediately...
Well, I knew that I was dreaming. The ringing was not, in fact, coming from my shoe — it was coming from my cell phone. And it was not a top secret government agency trying to convince me to come back one more time to save the free world. It was Susan Lyons telling me that there was a problem with the pages we sent off to the printer the night before and I had to get in there and fix them immediately and...
Yup. That was a dream, too.
It was just my alarm clock, greeting me with a fantastic buzzing sound that can split my spleen, generate an instant migraine and greet me with a brand new day all in one magical instant. With a huff and a violent motion, I squashed the noise, crawled out of bed and began my quest to set forth on another day of Coastal Pointing.
It’s a routine I’ve settled into nicely over the past five years here. Dream about an exciting life with bubbly babes and international espionage, suffer through a minor nightmare about something going wrong with the paper and finally come to the realization that it’s just another day.
But there really are no “just another day” days here at the Point.
And that’s a big part of the joy working here. While many of my friends complain about monotonous jobs or co-workers who don’t pull their weight, I really have nothing to contribute to that conversation. This is a fun place to work, and there is always a challenge to keep things interesting.
With all the talk in the office recently about our five-year anniversary, nostalgia has often crept into the discussions. Susan and I took the staff to the Dover Post last week to see how the paper is printed, and we immediately began talking about that day in February of 2004 when the two of us, along with Art Director Shaun Lambert, drove up to see the first issue of the Coastal Point come off the press.
We spoke about how proud we were to see that little 40-page offering come to life, and how tired we were after working around the clock to get it out. We talked about how hard Sam Harvey, our first staff reporter, and Beth Long, our original office manager, worked to help this paper become a reality, and how we were a little terrified of the thought that we had to do it all over again the following week.
Basically, we talked. And laughed. And shook our heads.
But the conversation stuck with me. I began thinking about how many people had to believe in this paper to make it a reality. I thought about the people who committed to advertising with us before we had a product to show them — based largely on their faith in Susan. I thought about the employees we’ve had over the years who sacrificed any semblance of a personal life to put all their efforts into the Coastal Point. I thought about our loved ones and friends who constantly had to hear us backing out of plans because we had to do something for the paper.
I thought about the fact that Susan and I have crossed swords hundreds of times over the years as we each stood our stubborn ground because we each thought we knew for sure what was in the best interests of the paper. And I also thought about how much love, respect and admiration I have for that woman, and always will.
I looked back at our first paper the other day, and re-read the first column I penned.
I wrote that I was so excited to be back in this area and covering this community, and about how much I loved the people of this region and hoped to provide them a newspaper that informs, educates and entertains. I like to believe we’ve stuck to that goal, and I know for a fact we will continue to work hard to provide a better product every issue.
Yeah, I know. I’m full of sentimentality right now because of the anniversary, and maybe that’s causing me to remember only the good times right now. But, really, is that a bad thing? Isn’t it easier to wake up every day to face the grind when good thoughts are in your head?
After five years of publishing the Coastal Point, I can tell you that I’d do it all over again in a heart beat. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are some Swedish bikini...
But I digress.