Last night, I got to crowd into a theater and watch a special showing of the new journalism film, “Spotlight,” about the Boston Globe’s exposure and coverage of the Roman Catholic priest childhood sexual abuse scandal in the early 2000s. This was arranged by Central Connecticut State University, and thanks for that.
So today, I am grateful for journalism — not journalist, but what journalism has meant to me. I grew up aching to be nothing but a journalist, and got to do so for decades longer than people far more talented. And I get to keep a hand in now.
I sat in the theater and thought of all the incredible people I’ve met as a journalist and what the job did in helping me grow up. Journalism got me out into the world and I will forever be grateful.
You know what’s weird? This has been an extremely busy few days, yet having to stop and acknowledge things for which I’m grateful has really been a bonus for me. So (tee-hee) I’m grateful for that, too.
Dating Jesus 
What a lineup! Great reviews. Oscar buzz for Keaton already. Pretty good receipts, too, considering it’s only been shown in 5 theaters so far.
(Interesting note: Clerical sexual abuse in the Catholic church is a recurring theme in the Showtime series Ray Donovan, starring Liev Schreiber, who plays Marty Baron in Spotlight, the editor who got the ball rolling at the Boston Globe.)
I’m just grateful the film got made. And that there was enough interest to attract the major talent involved in making the film.
I’m grateful for journalism, too. (When I can find it.) It’s been an important part of my life.
I’m grateful we’re not talking journalists here because that list would be just too long. But I am grateful for journalists, too. (When I can find them.)
Ha. Point taken.