The phone rang at 8:34 a.m. It was a call I had been expecting.
An article I was particularly proud of was gracing our front page that morning. The piece highlighted the fact that a state House candidate resided outside the bounds of the district he sought to represent.
“What the hell were you thinking? You don’t know the law, and your article is just plain wrong,” screamed the candidate’s amped up campaign manger. I remember the specifics of the moment because I was feverishly typing every irate word.
After a less than diplomatic exchange, he hung up sounding as if he wanted to cause me bodily harm. No progress had been made on either side.
I tell this story because it was at that moment - around 8:45 a.m. - that I truly fell in love with journalism. The intensity coursing through my veins after the conversation with the irked campaign manger was intoxicating, and became something to which I wanted to devote my life.
That first story was followed by two additional pieces highlighting additional improprieties committed by the same candidate. They were stories that the voters, my readers, had a right to know about.
I am a reporter who loves hard-hitthttp://www.weebly.com/weebly/main.phping, investigative journalism. It gets me up in the morning, and it keeps me in the newsroom late. I do not consider the review of things like campaign finance data, property records or corporation filings a 40 hour-a-week endeavor.
If you want a reporter devoted to hard-hitting journalism, I am your man. I know how to dig, and have an ingrained passion for the process.
I would like to thank you in advance for your thoughtful consideration, and look forward to discussing what we can provide one another in the near future.
Regards,
Matt Dixon
An article I was particularly proud of was gracing our front page that morning. The piece highlighted the fact that a state House candidate resided outside the bounds of the district he sought to represent.
“What the hell were you thinking? You don’t know the law, and your article is just plain wrong,” screamed the candidate’s amped up campaign manger. I remember the specifics of the moment because I was feverishly typing every irate word.
After a less than diplomatic exchange, he hung up sounding as if he wanted to cause me bodily harm. No progress had been made on either side.
I tell this story because it was at that moment - around 8:45 a.m. - that I truly fell in love with journalism. The intensity coursing through my veins after the conversation with the irked campaign manger was intoxicating, and became something to which I wanted to devote my life.
That first story was followed by two additional pieces highlighting additional improprieties committed by the same candidate. They were stories that the voters, my readers, had a right to know about.
I am a reporter who loves hard-hitthttp://www.weebly.com/weebly/main.phping, investigative journalism. It gets me up in the morning, and it keeps me in the newsroom late. I do not consider the review of things like campaign finance data, property records or corporation filings a 40 hour-a-week endeavor.
If you want a reporter devoted to hard-hitting journalism, I am your man. I know how to dig, and have an ingrained passion for the process.
I would like to thank you in advance for your thoughtful consideration, and look forward to discussing what we can provide one another in the near future.
Regards,
Matt Dixon