There are a million stories in the naked city, and I'm not going to get to all of them. It sure has been fun trying.
Today is my last column for the Los Angeles Times. That was harder to type than I thought.
I am among dozens of departing journalists. It will be a slow trickle, starting now and ending around the first of the year.
It was our choice. For some, it was financial. Others personal. For me, it was just time.
There is one last story to tell. It is about a red-haired college grad who found a way to feed his family and fell in love with that way.
He learned how to edit stories, write headlines, make deadlines and get goose-bumpy every time something...