Oh, the memories

I am not too fond of moving.

And by moving, I mean moving my personal belonging from one building to another. As many of you know, we switched offices a week or so ago.

I knew the day would be coming but I dreaded it. One of the main reasons I dreaded the move was because over the past six years working for the PCN I had accumulated so much stuff in that old windowless office.

I packed up a majority of my old office before the Malta High School Weights Class students moved desks and other heavy items from our old office to our new office a couple of doors down.

Those students inspired me and saved my back a lot of grief. Suddenly my dread of moving turned into excitement.

As I continued to clean out my old desk area, I was able to purge many things that had clut-tered my work area. There were so many memories and even stuff that had been in that of-fice before I began working for the paper on Tuesday, January 1, 2013.

I couldn’t bring myself to throw away any photos of my family. It was fun to see how much my life has changed since joining the PCN. I saw photos from when it was just Susan and I, to when PJ was first born, to when we had random photo shoots. I regret to say I didn’t have many or any photos of Lincoln yet because we haven’t been on a mission to print any.

With this new office I believe Lincoln will be featured in many future photos.

I still remember when I first brought PJ to my old office. He hated it when he was a baby. Eve-ry time we would go into the old building he would cry. This stopped when he was older, and he found the air conditioner vents on the floor for the first time. He would run up to the vents and as the cool air blew, he would put his hand over the vent and just smile.

I remember when I brought our dog Bruce as a pup to the office and he growled and barked at Debbie, who might be the nicest person I know. We found out Bruce might be sexist.

I remember when I first started and Bennie Starr (Curtis and Bonnie’s one-eyed pup) hated me. That dog would bark at me if I moved the wrong way.

I remember when the company was sold, and it felt like I wasn’t the new guy anymore. Since Mark has joined the PCN, I have learned a lot about the art of newspapering (I'm not sure if that's a word). I have been able to do this job full-time and have enjoyed it.

There have been many memories in that office, but I can’t wait to see what new memories my new desk will bring. Also, I have a window! And a door!