Today is my last day at this newspaper … and that is harder to say than I ever thought it would be.
So far my career path, like my life, has been completely unpredictable. Not that I'm really complaining.
Ten years ago I probably would have been voted most likely to be found semi-conscious on a beach if there had been such a category in our high school yearbook. Since that didn't work out, I was semi-conscious throughout most of college instead.
Somewhere in there I managed to get a degree, make a lot of friends, fall in love and get married.
All I needed then was a job.
A year after marriage I was looking for a better job and a better place to raise my newborn daughter — what I found was El Centro and the Imperial Valley Press.
My life's ambition of never having to wear socks had been replaced by the desire to own a home, raise a family and work hard at a job that I considered both entertaining and important. My wife ran first one then two businesses out of our home, and when the second grew too big, we took it to the next step. Now our retail store is busy enough that I want to dedicate more time to it and to my family and home.