Norman Business Journal Q2//19 - Page 31

What all do you really do in fulfilling this role? I will be curating content and submissions, herding and editing columnists and writing weekly features and analysis pieces for the Sunday business journal.  That will be added to my other duties at The Norman Transcript, which include assigning and editing stories, writing stories, taking photos, staff management, social media engagement, motivational speeches and suppressing mutinies.  My title really should be Skeleton Key. What is your favorite thing about working at The Norman Transcript? My job revolves around people. Interesting people like senators, artists, musicians, activists, business leaders, athletes, veterans, students and the homeless. Working in journalism is its own education and every day offers a new opportunity to learn, to understand and to grow. What was the first job you ever had? American Cast Stone.  I grew up in Fort Worth Texas. In the year 2000, I had recently turned 16 and my old man said I had to have a job by the first day of summer.  The day arrived and the paragon of Protestant work ethic (My dad is Catholic but it fits) burst into my room at 6 a.m.  There I was, thinking I was about to sleep in and hit up my friends to go swimming or something similarly opposite of what happened next.  Dad: “Hey. Got a job?” Me: “No, but I’ve got some leads.”  Dad: “Don’t worry about it; I found you one. Get your work clothes on and follow me.”  I followed along for a 30-minute drive to Arlington. Our destination, I found out on arrival, was a cast stone company that sits literally in the shadow of Six Flags over Texas. You can clearly hear the screams of summer joy from where my working experience began in a sand pit on a blacktop parking lot. Death Valley couldn’t have been much hotter. Really.  My job was to shovel sand into buckets (you can fit 27 large paint buckets to a palette, FYI) that was used to make cast stone. The decorative columns on Mark Cuban’s house have some combination of my own blood, sweat and tears trapped in the stone. | Quarter 2 // 2019 31