Reflections on 17 years By Allan Olson For the last 17 years I can honestly say that I have lived my dream job. Was it perfect and glamorous? No, but it was my dream job. I remember as a young kid back home, how I admired the editor of the local newspaper. His job was super cool… he was everywhere with his camera, covering what seemed like virtually every single event that happened in town, including little league games. One day I told him I wanted to do what he did. His response was, “Why? It doesn’t pay very well.” He was right about that, yet he continued to do it, well past my youth. As a kid I was always taking photos. My goal was to someday work at a small town newspaper as a photographer. I didn’t think I would write because frankly, my grammar, etc., wasn’t high scoring, and I just liked taking photos. I ended up as “editor” at the college newspaper in Thief River because I kept showing up and doing the work. Fast forward a few years… with a college degree ...