A decade ago this past August, I went to the Newseum in Washington DC with my Daughter. I remember it raining, but that didn’t put a damper on the day with her at all, because every minute with her is a gift. If my memory serves me right now, she had gotten me tickets as a birthday gift.

It was fun seeing her interested in my business, having worked in Newspapers for 4 decades at that time. I ran 3 pictures in that original post on August 16th 2014 and talked about the day. I came across the folder and realized there were a few more fuzzy shots I didn’t share on that first posting.

I can still remember her smiles, and I have a few personal shots of her from that trip. Now thinking back on that day, it means the world to me. She knows more about what I did for almost 5 decades.

My grandchildren will never know about it because it won’t be here in their generation. I have a project I’m thinking about that might change that, if I have enough years left. I’m not sure the pressroom in Springfield will be around much longer for the kids to visit if I could swing it from one of the old timers who still might be there. I’ll have to add that to the goals list in the next few years.

I also went back and read those words from that day. And the thoughts on TRUTH in Journalism are still very true today, but muddier than when I wrote this original piece.

Here are some of the other shots I took that day of the Newseum which no longer exist. Just like a lot of good journalism. Fact checked, verified and always looking for the truth. Trouble is now there are so many Truth versions nobody believes anything or only one thing from one source which is also dangerous.

I’m glad to be out of the business now. Having a target on my back because of the place I worked in Trumps first term and being called the enemy of the people wasn’t fun and I’m glad I don’t have to go through that again. The threats and security ramped up quite a bit during those years.

You wouldn’t catch me going downtown to work there without some protection now. And that’s not legal so I’m glad I don’t have to cross that line. Of course, that knife I carried for years wasn’t legal either. But if you work nights in DC you had better be prepared if you got a walk to the garage or subway.