I Didn't Know What Narcissism Was Until

I Gained A Great Appreciation For What I Would Call The Collective Achievement Of The Country. I Began Thinking Of America As A Much More Just And Humane Place Than I Would Have Thought If I'd Been Covering The Civil Rights Struggle.

I Can't Remember A Time When I Didn't Want To Be A Reporter. I Don't Know Where I Got The Idea That It Was A Romantic Calling.

The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines.

I Don't Have Any Well-developed Philosophy About Journalism. Ultimately It Is Important In A Society Like This, So People Can Know About Everything That Goes Wrong.

What Is It That Binds Us To This Place As To No Other? It Is Not The Well, Or The Bell, Or The Stone Walls, Or The Crisp October Nights Or The Memory Of Dogwoods Blooming. Our Loyalty Is Not Only To William Richardson Davie Though We Are Proud Of What He Did 200 Years Ago Today. Nor Even To Dean Smith, Though We Are Proud Of What He Did Last March. No, Our Love For This Place Is Based On The Fact That It Is As It Was Meant To Be, The University Of The People.