
ROTHENBURGER: Why would anybody in their right mind go into journalism?
STOP ME IF YOU’VE heard this one but, in 1968, I was broke, out of a job, and had a young family to support.
I’d been fired from a Prince George newspaper after it published a photo that showed a case of beer for a brand that competed with a brewery the paper’s owner had recently purchased. Three of us from the newsroom got the blame, and the axe.
So, my family and I packed our belongings into our car and a U-Haul trailer and headed south to the Okanagan, where I made the rounds of newspaper offices.
In one day, I received three job offers. I took one in Vernon (the editor noted that one of the benefits was “free fruit in the summer”).