Over the years I have told several people that, as much as anything, I am in the scrapbooking business.
Yeah, I work at a newspaper. The Gazette pays my bills, buys my groceries and fills my gas tank. In return, I go to a bunch of ballgames, write about them and take some photos.
Seeing as how at one time or another I have lugged furniture, turned wrenches, wrestled cotton bales and waded through both pepper trash and sawdust for a living, that seems like a pretty decent deal on my part.