Today I interviewed a retired research professor who helped to identify a new species of aphid, which was named after our campus. That’s not the exciting part.
We were wearing the same shoes. Brown leather loafers with little tassles. It was awesome.
He offered me a cup of coffee that I drank black as we chatted about discovering new species. His office was filled with paper-clipped articles, yellowing field guides and samples of insects. He talked about Berkeley, looking in the right places and the blackboard jungle.
That’s the thing about journalism and reporting: sometimes oyu just get to connect with people. And then you go through the rest of your day knowing that someone has connected with you. You swap stories and talk plainly. You wear matching shoes and drink black coffee.