It’s hard to fathom when I think about it. As the publisher & editor of The Capital City Hues, you have to grind it somewhat in order to get an issue out. Over the course of every two weeks, I go through a roller-coaster of emotions, from “It’s a great paper” to “Nobody reads the paper” to “There is no way I’m going to meet my deadline” to “It’s an act of God, a miracle, for this newspaper to be coming out once again.”

I often times think about it like a Grimm’s Fairy Tale where like the shoe cobbler, I get locked up in my room with a lot of raw ingredients and somehow a newspaper gets published and I am left to wonder how that happened. Who are those elves anyway?