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For the Record: I came, I saw, I conquered, I’m leaving

by Mellisa Murphy

To the lament of many, it’s already time for this intern to pack her bags and go. I will always remember these, my three months of bliss.

I’ve thought a lot about what I truly treasure about this area and I have discovered there are several wonderful things I will miss about Carson Valley:

– The pungent odor of skunk that permeates Highway 88 on a daily basis. I am yet to see one of those critters alive.

– The way the coffee flows like wine at The Record-Courier.

– Interviewing such interesting and unique individuals.

– Going bear-watching.

– Reading my colleagues’ “For the Record” columns and laughing out loud.

– The thunderstorms that turn a blue sky into an ominous, yet exhilerating experience many summer afternoons.

I could go on and on.

I am so happy to have been a part of The Record-Courier. Thank you to each of the staff members who made me feel like a part of the family. Thanks for seeing potential and molding me into a decent newswriter. Thank you Linda for reading my first drafts and gently nudging me through constructive criticism. Merrie, thank you for passing on to me the joys of justice court. Christy, don’t let the ketchup get the better of you. Joyce and Sheila, thanks for hiring me, and thank you for all your encouragement. Chuck, thanks for driving us to see the bear and for all the career advice!

To the other joyful members of the staff, your friendly smiles and conversation mean so much.

I know I couldn’t have picked a better place to start a newswriting career. Of course, I am still looking for the closet that stores the bodies of all the former interns.

I must say I was happy here – content, fulfilled, needed. I liked making coffee. I liked being on the field and getting eaten alive in seconds by blood-thirsty flying insects. I liked never winning at office Bingo. I liked eating lunches on the company. Maybe I can talk Sheila into letting me stay … Sheila?!