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September 4, 2006, Herald Journal

A tribute to the best

Yes, my last column was printed last week.

However, my co-workers convinced me to write one more . . . in dedication to them. So here it is, guys.

My time at the Herald Journal would not be complete without this goofy, but hard-working staff.

They made my time here even more special, and without them, I feel that it wouldn’t have been the same.

Who got to be mentioned in this column first was a huge ordeal with some of my co-workers, but I guess I’m going to have to award the title to Bill Norman (after all, he did threaten bodily harm, so I better mention him first).

Bill started teasing me about six weeks into my internship, and our playful banter continued. He brags to be one of the four people who ever called me “Sammy.”

This leads me into mentioning Paulie from Cokato, who was also in the elite group of four. Every Wednesday, she’d steal my spot in my half-cubicle, but we got along quite well.

“Herro Paurie!”

My editorial staff must be mentioned next, because I worked with them the most.

Ryan and I often complained about our confusion for understanding the opposite sex, and, of course, he teased me about various things, but it was all in good fun.

We even hung out while taking pictures at Winsted Days and Higher Ground.

Next to mention on the editorial staff are Linda Scherer and Ivan Raconteur. I didn’t talk to them much at first, but after awhile, I found that I could learn many things from them.

Layout on Fridays with Ivan was a very “exciting” experience, and I saw that we felt the same way on some . . . topics.

Roz and Kristen from Cokato came here a couple of times a week, and even though I didn’t deal with them too much, I was still joking around with Kristen by the end of the summer.

Sitting by the production crew was entertaining at times, but often confusing, because I didn’t understand all of their OMS jargon.

My “mothers,” Carmen and Renae, took good care of me when I got hungry, and they often remembered the times “back when they were my age.”

Janey, Jessica, and I had a couple inside jokes, including the “agitated dots.”

Since Jessica and I both sat next to the evil printer, we both heard the brunt of the complaining, confusion, and frustration that ensued throughout the summer.

Eventually, Jess made a sign stating, “Yes, the printer has issues.”

Next on my list is Dori. At first, I had no idea who this crazy lady running around was. She’d just kind of show up every so often, and then one day, she said “Hi, Sam, would you like a cookie?”

From there on, we became good friends, and now, she’s my “favorite.”

Sue Dressel helped me with the narrow-minded fax machine, and lent me supplies when I was in need.

Wendy was my never-fail proof source. I felt bad giving her everything to proof, but apparently, that’s like her specialty or something. By the end of the summer, my stuff came back with fewer and fewer marks, so I at least learned something.

Next up is Jami Berg. One of the first things he said to me was a joke, so I knew that he was a funny guy.

He said that since I made him laugh, I could stay, and Liz Hellmann could go off and move to Colorado.

Today, he stole my oatmeal cream pie, but he gave it back, so it’s all good.

Alyssa was a part-time intern of sorts with me, and we only just started talking to each other a few weeks ago, when I went on a quest to find a box for shipping something. I wish that I would have been able to talk to her more.

Bruce and Randy would talk to me every once in awhile, but I don’t really have any funny stories about them. Shocking, I know.

I can’t forget to mention the “big wigs,” Dale and Chris. Although I didn’t talk to them too much, I did admire their business skills and the way they held us together.

Last, but certainly not least, is my editor, Lynda Jensen. When I first met her, I thought, “Hmm . . . this should be interesting.” I quickly learned that Lynda was a very energetic lady, who likes a good “scream.”

Not only did I get and give plenty of laughs from her, but I learned so much, not only about the etiquettes of the paper, but also about the etiquettes of how to deal with the public, what is right, and what is wrong when it comes to pictures and legal stuff.

We gave her grief sometimes for being a bit crazy, but she does a really wonderful job keeping us in line, and taking care of all the unusual problems that pop up unexpectedly on Fridays.

There’s plenty more people on the Herald Journal staff, but I don’t really have much to mention about them because I didn’t work with them much, or I don’t have any good stories about them.

I’ll mention their names anyway, so that they can feel special: Heidi, Cheri, Denise, Lue, Aaron, Troy, Evelyn, Matt, Betty, Brandon, and Ray.

Sorry if I forgot anyone else.

It may sound as though we goof and joke around a bunch, but actually, the folks at the Herald Journal are a good, hard-working bunch of people who deserve a pat on the back, and this is my version of that.

Thanks guys for making this an awesome summer; I’ll miss you all!