By Ashley Babbitt

Managing Editor

Cub reporter-turned-head honcho in just a few short months.

Then head-honcho started turning heads once weekly opinion pieces began to hit the presses.

My time spent at The Evening Sun has been fantastic; in that anything that has happened in my life since beginning the job, is relatable to a newsroom event or a story that was published.

Managing Editor isn’t simply a job description, title or face of a newspaper. There is so much more behind the scenes that readers don’t get the pleasure of delving into.

Despite all that, I wouldn’t trade this journey I’ve taken for anything.

I remember when the masses were riled up when I wrote about how dancing at the Jefferson Memorial is not lawful.

I recall being present for the first escape from the current Norwich Police Department. She jumped out the window and Detective Reuben Roach and I located her soon after.

Well, it wasn’t long after she jumped out of the window, that I agreed – for some reason – to jump out of a perfectly functional aircraft for the ‘fun’ of it.

Goodness, I would do that every day if could, as a reminder to spend your time living for a living.

But let’s not make this long and sappy; let’s cut it down to brass tacks.

Today is my final edition of The Evening Sun as Managing Editor.