I was reflecting this week on my brief stint, many years ago, as a newspaperman. It was a job I loved. I signed on not too many years after the Watergate scandal, and journalists were still flush with heroic ideas about themselves. Woodward and Bernstein — and all reporters by extension — had toppled a corrupt presidency and saved the republic and the Constitution from the kind of behind-the-scenes government tyranny dramatized in such thriller films as “The Parallax View” and “Three Days of the Condor”.
So we took ourselves very seriously. We felt we mattered. If you didn’t believe us, you just had to go see the film “All the President’s Men.” Robert Redford played one of us. How much more could matter than that?
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