Some days, before the sun was even up, I would swipe our newspaper from the front porch. It used to drive my mom nuts because by the time she got the paper with her coffee, half of it was missing. I would take sections that had briefs in them, run off and find a quiet place, and read them like I was sitting in front of a camera. 

 

As a kid, I thought someday I'll grow up and be an anchor. Now as an anchor I wonder if I'm just a kid still living a dream - minus the Sharpie beard of course.