Charlie Mitchell, my former executive editor at the newspaper is leaving The Vicksburg Post after 24 years. He's heading to Oxford for a new job as assistant dean of the Ole Miss School of Journalism. While I'm very sad to see him go, I know this opportunity will be right up his alley, and I wish him nothing but the best.On Sunday afternoon I headed out to the "country" for a little going-away party with my old newspaper friends. The guest of honor was decked out in his red and blue in true Hotty Toddy spirit.
One crazy night at the VFW (that was our own little newspaper hang-out back in the day) I did a spectacular karaoke rendition of "Santa Baby" that he never let me live down. I don't even think he was there that night, but word spread fast, and I'd blush every time I'd walk past his office. He thought it was hilarious.
My friend and co-worker Lauchlin and I worked up the nerve to meet Charlie for lunch one day to discuss some issues we were having at the time. It was a conversation held in confidence, and he assured us that he would take care of it, and he did. That's all it took. He listened.
I was incredibly intimidated by him for the first two years I was there. It was my first job out of college, and I had a lot to learn. He worked with me on some pretty in-depth stories, one in particular about a child abuse case that I followed for a few years. I grew tremendously as a writer in the four years I was there. My last day of work, I got lucky when it was time to leave and he wasn't in his office. I sent him an instant message saying goodbye so I wouldn't cry.
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Amen sister! It won't be the same!
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