I don’t remember the last time I saw Mr. Hartwig, but I remember the last time I saw his widow. It was Christmas break in 1988 and I was home from my freshman year of college. Her husband had died just a few weeks earlier. I went to her house with a friend to offer condolences, and I must have said something about how important my former journalism teacher had been to me.
I’m sure I even meant it, but back when I was 18, I really had no idea. Now, at age 50, I can say it with more authority …
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