A 10-year old with a pencil, a single piece of paper, and a lot of nerve walked down 6th street in Two Harbors, Minnesota towards Agate Bay. He nervously walked in the door of the local, small town newspaper, short story about a hockey game in hand. Glancing at the printing press in the back office he placed the story containing impressive penmanship on the counter. Fifty years later, I was writing about high school football games in Texas.
