How I learned to cover the mob in the Valley
Growing up in a tiny, rural community in southwestern Pennsylvania, I never encountered much drama, or crime. Right out of college, I worked briefly in the “big city” of Johnstown, and even then I car-pooled to work with my mom, who worked at a bank a half-block from the real estate developer where I was doing PR and marketing. Let’s just say I didn’t get out much. But when I settled in as a “cub reporter” at the Tribune Chronicle a few years later, I learned quickly. After all, this was the Mahoning Valley. I recall sitting at my newsroom desk early on, quietly taking it ...