A satellite dish on the roof of my Providence house brought in the Fidonet mail and file feed, which we gave away free to anybody else who'd give it away free. In 1985 I landed at the Sink or Swim School of Journalism, aka the Providence Journal night desk. In EFF's permanent database of quotes , I'm sandwiched between a Secret Service official and a Supreme Court justice. We can create here, together, a society in which everyone has a voice, and everybody's ideas are heard. An interest in journalism stemming back to elementary school, a master's in magazine journalism, and a fascination with technology and the potential of the Internet.
Democracy is inevitable.
I spent my summers freelancing for the Cape Cod Times, a job I continued with after graduation. As reporter, then copy editor, at a central New York daily. Besides cops, courts and government beats, I covered daily life in Cooperstown and Delaware County, a Rip van Winkle sort of place in the foothills of the Catskills. I went on to work as copy editor, then reporter, for the Cape Cod Times, covering grime, crime and the occasional Clinton family visit. The trip was fun, but it wasn't always pretty.