The summer of 1978 was a turning point in my life. I’d just graduated from Brigham Young University in broadcast journalism and made a last-minute decision to apply for an internship in New York City — the Y.’s first group of communications students ever to work in the Big Apple as interns. My marriage prospects weren’t too enticing and the job offers weren’t pouring in, so I thought it would be the perfect place to get my feet wet in the industry (other than the TV internship I’d done the previous summer at KSL. Who’d have thought it would take me 34 years to return?).
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