The biannual confirmation that members of my profession are basking in the glow of professional achievement arrived in the mail this week. As usual, mine name wasn’t among them.
I’m always eager to pore over the pages of the University of Wisconsin journalism school alumni newsletter, beer in hand, and find out what my former J-School colleagues are up to in the way of proving themselves the best and brightest of their generation, and then sending the Wisconsin Journalist (as the publication’s named) a little note to brag about it. Weenies.